Mr. Smitty caught a monster!
The Smitty was climbing in one of those big potted plants below the porch
“What are you doing, Mr. Smee? Are you adventurizing? Are you bending grass blades to clean between you toes?”
But then I saw the monster:
It was a small black monster with yellow-brown spots (a mini-monster). The Smitty smelled it all up and down but let it cling to the leaf.
When it jumped to the next plant, the Smee pranced around on the impossibly narrow lip of the plastic pot and then grabbed the monster in his mouth and brought it to the base of the stairs…
Where he proceeded to let it go and play cat-and-monster with it.
[At this point we must step in to stop the reporting of any gory violence that may or may not follow –ed.]
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