Snacking on the neighbor's dog gave me a chance to
escape, but I didn't get much of a head start before
the monster was right behind me again.
I ran blindly into the woods, which may not have been
the smartest thing to do.
"Stand aside boy, I'll tjake cyare of dis!" called a voice.
It was the local woodsman, who my Grandma just
called "The Swede."
The Swede raised his pointy axe and prepared to do
battle with the beast. It looked like an even chance
But the monster basically chomped the Swede to
pieces in a couple of gulps, axe and all. I was cornered
and paralyzed with fear.
The creature bore down on me with his dripping fangs
and putrid breath. I prepared for the worst. For moment,
time seemed to stand still.... Then,
Suddenly a shrill, weird whistle pierced the chill night air.
The monster froze and went pale. I turned to see
my Grandma. Somehow she had found me.
My Grandma had a glass eye which some kids said
was an "evil eye." I don't know how evil it was, but
it seemed to hold some power over the monster. She
fixed her gaze on him and snapped her fingers. The beast
immediately released me and I scrambled away from
him. From that point he became docile and
compliant as a well-trained puppy.
Then I heard her say something that sounded like:
The monster responded by puking up chunks of the
devoured dog and woodsman. At this point I passed out,
I am not proud to admit.
When I came to, my Grandma had restored both the
dog and the Swede to their normal selves, although
perhaps they could have used a bit more fine tuning.
She sent them both on their respective ways and then
turned to me.
I gulped. "Are you going to punish me?"
My Grandma merely sighed and shook her head,
although I don't know if that was an answer or
just resignation. I heard her mutter to herself,
"Coulda been worse. Coulda gone in the attic."
I picked up her groceries and we walked back to her
house under cover of darkness. My Grandma kept the
beast in her spell the whole time. When we got home,
she locked him back in the closet and she sent me to
bed. I heard her watch the first few minutes of "The
Tonight Show" and then she turned off the T.V.
Soon, apart from her snoring the whole world
seemed filled with peace and silence.
For a while anyway.....