The Monster Winked at Me

I could only stand with my mouth open and shock when the monster tussled my hair. Someone asked me if I was studying hard and respecting my parents like a good boy. Mm-hmm, yes sir. The monster nodded approvingly and started talking to my father with big words I didn't understand. He slammed a huge sack onto the table we'd set up outside. Took out a couple of bottles of something red with a smell that burned my nose then poured a glass of it for each of us. Next came a hunk of preserved meat. My mouth watered as the monster cut it into slivers and placed them onto plates for us. But there was something behind

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