The Monster under My Bed

A monster under my bed, "Mom, please!" I cried. "All my friends are waiting for me outside." "Amanda, I told you that the room was clean.Let's start right now.When you start early, you can go out and play as soon as you can. Please answer with a firm voice. I am a very obstinate 5 year old girl. My friend wanted me to play outside, but after many begging, I stopped leaving home until my room cleaned up.

I think I was a child when I first had a monster under the bed. But at that time, I knew that the monster under the bed did not do anything to me. When I first saw them moving gently under my bed, I went downstairs to get the flashlight my father studied, then let them die. Monsters under the bed hate light. They do not like lights of flashlights in particular. It burned them. Maybe when the SOS signal arrives I will carry a flashlight with me.

There is a monster under the bed. I have never seen them. I have never heard of them. I was not told that there is a monster under the bed. My father told me "There is no monster under BED." He was wrong, but I did not tell him. Sometimes he is wrong. I will tell him that my mother will tell him. (Even so, everyone who makes a mistake to him will pay a high price, but this is another matter.) Fortunately, the monster lives according to a set of rules. The dim light from the stairs downstairs and downstairs is safe. The bed is safe. The space between the stairs and the bed is simply not safe. This is a dangerous area and you do so at your own risk. The black clothes that remained on the floor are safe. I should pick up my clothes. They are signs of negligence I know. I also know that they are actually my clothes. Clothes pool is safe

There is my room too. There is a monster under the bed. Angry, maybe I am claiming downstairs parents. The top of the stairs is safe - there is light. I flew. After gently landing on a lot of clothes and jumping again and entering the bed without fail, the monster can mobilize. Then do not hang your hands and feet safely another night, take pride in my courage, brave in loneliness, confident in my strategy, hanging firmly on my position and pulling up the lid . If you get up in the middle of the night, there is an old recipe called milk toast. Boil a cup of milk. I will dry the bread while the milk is hot. Spread it thoroughly and sprinkle sugar. Cut the toast large and put it in the bowl. Pour the milk on. The toast is soft, soaking in milk, preparation is complete. Please look at the picture book to eat it and go to sleep. There is no monster under your bed. truly!