There's a Monster Under my Bed... Or Is It?
“There’s a monster under my bed and I know what you’re going to say but I swear there is! Every night when I’m laying in bed, I can hear it, a strange rumble, then scratch, scratch…. like claws scraping across the floor. So, it must be a monster. There’s no other explanation.”
“I lie still trying to listen to the monster rustling about. But when I try to catch a glimpse, it’s always too dark. I can’t see a thing.”
“I’ve tried keeping the lights on.”
“I’ve tried checking under the bed before bedtime.”
“And I’ve tried monster spray, but that just makes it sneeze”
“So then I started thinking, what if the monster isn’t bad? What if it’s just lonely and needs a friend? I decided it was time to try something different.”
“I take some of my favourite cookies and my favourite teddy. Maybe the monster would like those? So the next night, after dinner, I sneak them into bed. ‘Hi, Mr. Monster!’ I whisper, even though I’m still scared. ‘I brought you cookies…. And Ted, I’ll leave them here if you're hungry, but Ted is for cuddling, not eating!”
“The next night, I hear it again: ‘Scratch, grrrrr, scratch!’. But this time I’m ready! I peek over the edge of the bed and wait.”
“And then… I see it! A little nose pokes out, sniffing at the cookies, and then… a fat fluffy body and long fluffy tail! It’s not a monster at all! It’s my cat, Oscar!”
“Oscar creeps from under the bed, stretches and hops right into my lap! I can’t believe it. The monster was my cat all along!”
“Now, every night when I hear scratching under the bed, I smile because I know it’s not a monster. It’s just my cat, and he’s my friend now.”
“Now, instead of getting scared, I just pat the bed and say, ‘Come on out, Oscar!’ And he does. Turns out having a monster cat under my bed is pretty awesome”
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