No More Monsters for Me!

No More Monsters for Me!

Mom and I always yell a lot.

But this time, she was really mad. And so was I.

I stamped out of the house.

I did not care what Mom said.

I was going to have a pet.

I would take a long walk and think about this.

So I walked down the road.

Suddenly I heard a funny noise.

The noise came from the bushes.

I stopped and listened.

"Something is crying, Minneapolis Simpkin," I said to myself.

"I will find out what it is."

I looked in the bushes. Was I surprised!

"Wow! A baby monster!" I yelled.

I looked at the monster. It looked at me.

Then it ran to me. I put my arms around it.

"Don't cry," I said. "Minneapolis Simpkin will help you."

The monster stopped crying.

We stood there hugging each other.

"A monster for a pet?" I asked.

Mom never said no to a monster.

But I never asked her that. Will she say yes?

I needed time to think about this.

But there was no time. It started raining.

The monster did not like it. It started bawling.

And I do mean bawling!

"Okay, okay," I said.

I grabbed the monster. I ran home with it.

Mom was in the kitchen.

She did not see me. But she heard me.

"Are you wet?" she asked. "Yes," I said.

"Hurry and get dry," she said. "Supper is about ready."

I ran to my room. "So far, so good," I said to myself.

"But what now, Minneapolis Simpkin?"

I shook my head. I did not know.

"Minn," yelled Mom, "supper is ready."

"Coming," I yelled back.

I started to go down. The monster came, too.

"No," I said. "You can't come."

I put the monster in my closet.

It started bawling again. What was I going to do?

I looked all around. "My teddy bear!" I said.

I got the teddy bear. "Here," I said.

The monster grabbed the bear. It stopped crying.

I ran down to supper.

Mom had made a good supper.

Then I thought of something.

Monsters have to eat, too.

"Mom," I said, "what do monsters eat?"

"Food, I guess," said Mom.

"But what kind?" I asked.

"Oh," said Mom. "Is this a new game?"

Mom loves to play games. So I said, "Yes."

"Let me think," said Mom. "What do monsters eat?"

I was glad to let her think, because I saw something.

I saw the monster.

"I will be right back," I yelled. "I have to get something."

I had to get something, all right.

I had to get the monster hidden.

I grabbed the monster.

I took it to the basement.

The monster started crying again.

"Quiet!" I said. "If Mom hears you, we are in for it."

I grabbed an apple. "Here," I said.

The monster took the apple. It stopped crying.

I grabbed another apple. I ran back to the table.

"Here, Mom," I said. I gave the apple to her.

"What is this for?" she asked.

I didn't know what to say.

But I had to say something.

"Because I love you," I said. Mom laughed.

"Minneapolis Simpkin," she said, "I love you, too."

Then Mom said, "Pickles!" "Pickles?" I said.

"Of course," said Mom. "Monsters love pickles."

"I didn't know that," I said.

Then I asked, "Do you know where monsters live?"

"Yes," said Mom. "They live in caves. Deep dark caves."

"Gee, Mom," I said. "You know a lot about monsters."

"I love monster stories," said Mom. "I read lots of them."

Did Mom like real monsters, too?

I started to ask her. But I didn't.

The basement door was opening.

"I will be right back, Mom," I yelled.

"Minneapolis Simpkin!" yelled Mom.

"Can't you sit still?" "Hic-cup, hic-cup!" Oh, no!

The monster had hiccups.

"Now you have the hiccups," yelled Mom.

"I will get some water," I yelled back.

"HIC-CUP! HIC-CUP!"

I opened the basement door.

My eyes almost popped out.

"You grew!" I yelled.

"What did you say?" asked Mom.

"Nothing," I said.

I pushed the monster back into the basement.

It was awful. The monster was huge.

It was all lumpy. "HIC-CUP! HIC-CUP!"

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