The monster under the bed turned out to not be scary when Lanie met him.
His fangs and claws were sharp, but his voice was soft.
“I am the emissary of a starving kingdom. Come, and be our princess.”
The next day, when Lanie told Mama about the monster, an empty wine bottle smashed against the wall just to the left of Lanie’s head.
“This world is bad enough without you bringing stories into it!”
That night Lanie crawled under her bed where a soft voice welcomed her to her moon-silver throne.
“Now, my princess, feed us with a story.”
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