Wednesday, February 10, 2016
There's a Monster Under the Bed
Bobby’s blankets lay on the floor again. The monster under the bed pulls them off every night as Bobby sleeps.
The monster lives among the dust bunnies and one shoe that's whisked away in the middle of the night. Bobby knows it’s a monster. He hears it at night grumbling and mumbling. He dares not get up to look. Bobby has no wish to join the shoe.
Even in the morning light it’s all he can do to dive under the bed and quickly grab the stray.
If only the monster wouldn’t mess with his blankets. Bobby knows if he pulls them off the floor at night he’ll drag the beast with them. Then the monster won’t be under the bed. It will be in the bed with him.
So, he shivers through the night because he's cold without his blanket, and he's afraid of the monster under his bed.
Mommy doesn’t believe him.
Mommies never do. They're stubborn that way.
But Bobby has a plan.
It’s a great plan and he spends the day putting it into action.
He borrows the stapler and the glue from Mommy’s desk.
He makes the bed himself, then glues the blankets tight and staples them into place.
He smiles as he shimmies under the covers.
But Bobby should have taken the stapler and the glue back to Mommy’s desk.
Because he can hear the monster grumbling and mumbling as it walks around the bed, gluing and stapling.
Coming closer and closer.
Stapling and gluing.