“Hey, there, monsters.”

“Grr.”

“Look, I think you’re cute. Really, I do.”

“Grr.”

“You’re welcome. But, the thing is, not everyone thinks you’re cute.”

“Grr?”

“I know, I know. But late at night, when it’s just a bit too dark, and the only thing visible is your eyes or

your claws, it’s, and I quote, ‘kinda scary.’”

“Grr!”

“I get it, I get it. But try explaining that to a three-year old.”

“Grr.”

“No apology necessary. It’s out of your control. But listen, we’ve got a great new place for you.”

“Grr?”

“I know you guys, being monsters, would prefer to be in the closet, instead of out in the open on the

wall like this. Well, guess what?”

“Grr!”

“Yup! Enjoy, and we’ll see you when you’re no longer kinda scary.”

“Grr.”