This time, it’s a monster that imbaded the baffroom and tried to eat their feet!
One day, the bottom of the bafftub was regular, and the next day, there was a monster in it! I jumped in on top of it, ’cause I’m brave like that, and sniffed it. It smelled like Momma and Poppa’s clean feet!
I don’t know why they didn’t notice the monster. It probly squirted some kind of juice into their feet so they wouldn’t feel it.
Tipper to the rescue! I clawed it and bit pieces off of it, until I kilted it! Kilted it dead!
Momma hunged it up to warn other monsters not to mess with us.
They still stand on it to show it who’s the boss of it. Then Momma hangs it back up. Poppa leaves it down, and I chew on it some more and Poppa cusses. Ha! You tell it, Poppa!
A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: Do you defend your hoomans because the poor, silly things need defending?