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We all think we’ve met Monsters in our lives. That may or may not be true. But do we know how to deal with one when we do?
God bless the Monster. It’s a decent thing actually. It wants to be loved like every other living thing. It’s appearance can be improved no doubt but I’d say that’s perfectly acceptable considering it’s got a beating heart, like you and me, inside. Which makes it ultimately, lovable. Don’t prejudge a monster. Don’t do that. Walk right up to the Monster. Look it in the eye, kindly. Be respectful. And that’s when the surprise happens.
The Twins always had fun whenever Uncle visited because he was never as prim-and-proper as their parents. But this time, even the Twins were taken aback.
A Spontaneous Story
Uncle was coming for one of his extremely rare visits and the Twins were looking forward to it. They had been very young when he last dropped by and obviously, they did not remember all that had happened. Mother and Father did, which was why they were the only ones feeling jittery after receiving Uncle’s call.
The fateful day arrived and when the doorbell rang, Mother went to answer it. Uncle, a lanky man with a ready grin and spiky hair that somehow made him look disorganized, hugged her and handed her a sack before turning his attention to the Twins and Father.
“What’s this?” Mother asked, with the tone of one having had previous unpleasant experiences when handed unidentified sacks by her brother.
“Something for dinner”, said Uncle and entered the house merrily, greeting everyone with a wave of his hand.
Mother carried the sack at arm’s length into the kitchen and placed it on the counter. Once Father led Uncle to show him the guest room upstairs, the Twins shot into the kitchen and placed themselves on either side of Mother who, having put on her apron, was looking at the sack. The mouth of the sack was secured with a raffia string.
“What’s for dinner?” one of the twins asked, expectantly.
“Go on, don’t just stand there, Mother. Open the sack! The suspense is killing me”, said the second Twin.
Mother gave a disgusted look at the two faces staring up at her and taking a deep breath and holding the sack upright, cut the string. When she let go, the mouth fell open and a tail popped out of the sack, darkly furry and a little spotty. This was followed immediately by a nauseating stench. Mother swooned and fell gracefully onto the thickly carpeted floor as the twins squealed. Continue reading “What’s for Dinner?”