"Mum! Thereís a monster under my
bed!" Gordon shouted.
His mum came running through and
turned the bedroom light on. "Gordon, thereís no monster," she sighed.
"Come and look." He crawled out of bed and looked under the bed.
"Now go to sleep and stop worrying.
There is no such thing as a monster."
"But Mum, I heard it breathing. It
sounded horrible. I thought it was going to eat me," Gordon shivered.
"I donít know what you heard,
Gordon, but it wasnít a monster. You were just dreaming," she assured him.
After kissing him on the cheek, she pulled the covers around him, turned
the light off and went back to her room.
Gordon lay in his bed, listening for
sounds. CRUNCH! GROAN! SLOBBER! GRRRR!
There it went again. He pulled the
covers over his head but the noises wouldnít go away. Remembering what his
mum had said, he slipped out of bed and turned his light on. He stood,
looking around. He walked over to his closet and opened it. There was
nothing in there except his toys and his clothes. He dropped to his knees
and lifted the covers.
"HI!" the monster said, sliding out
from under the bed. Gordon was about to scream when the monster put his
fingers to his lips. "Shhh! Donít be afraid. I wonít hurt you."
Gordon didnít say a word. He stared
at the monster. It was purple, had big yellow spots all over its skin, two
fat horns sticking out of the top of its head, sharp claws on its feet and
chubby fingers. Its lips were bright green and its eyes were orange.
Gordon noticed a tear running down its face. "Why, why are you crying?" he
"Iím lost. I hope you donít mind me
hiding under your bed, but itís warm there and I didnít know where else to
go," it slobbered.
"Who are you? What are you?" Gordon
asked, feeling less afraid.
"My name is Keelin. I live in a cave
near the loch. This morning I went for a walk. It was such a pretty day. I
was chasing a big, black crow and the next thing I knew, I was lost. I saw
your croft and thought I might find someone to help me get home," Keelin
"But my mum looked under the bed and
she couldnít see you," Gordon said.
"Grown ups canít see me; only
children can. Will you help me get home?" Keelin begged.
"In the morning. Iím not going out
tonight. Itís freezing out there. Go back to sleep for a while and Iíll
help you when the sunís out," Gordon said.
"Iím hungry," Keelin complained.
"What sort of things to you eat?"
"I love grubs and oh, I think
roasted crickets are delicious too, but my favorite food of all is crow.
Thatís why I was chasing it. I wanted to have it for my tea tonight,"
Gordon yawned. "I donít have any
grubs or crickets and I certainly donít have crow, but if you promise to
be quiet, Iíll go into the kitchen and see what I can find. Be quiet!"
Gordon warned and tiptoed out of the room.
The pudgy monster sat on the floor
and picked up a rubber ball. He put it in his mouth and tried to chew it.
"This is horrid," he moaned and spit it out. He started biting his claws.
Gordon came back carrying a plate of
food. "Here, you can eat this," he said, handing it to Keelin.
"What is it?" he asked, looking at
"Itís sausages and beans and boiled
potatoes," he answered. Keelin put the whole plate in his mouth. "Wait!"
Gordon said. "You arenít supposed to eat the plate too." But it was too
late. Keelin chewed and crunched the whole thing.
Gordon stood still, watching
Keelinís face. "That was good."
"Go to sleep now," Gordon sighed. He
climbed into bed and pulled the covers up.
Keelin climbed under the bed and
fell asleep. He made all kinds of noises, he snored, he moaned and groaned
but Gordon wasnít afraid any more.
When he woke up the next morning,
Keelin was still asleep under his bed. Gordon grabbed hold of one of his
plump toes and pinched it. "Time to get up and get you back to your cave."
Keelin yawned and stretched. His
tummy growled and the bright yellow spots on his skin turned even
brighter. Gordon laughed. Keelin stood by the window as Gordon opened it
wide. "Come on, Keelin. Letís go," Gordon called. He jumped on the grass
and the monster followed.
They walked through the glen towards
the loch. A bumblebee buzzed past them. Keelin tried to grab it with his
hands but missed. Two pink butterflies fluttered from thistle to thistle.
Keelin reached for them but missed and grabbed hold of the thistle. He
shouted, "OUCH!" as the prickles dug into his skin. A crow flew high above
them. "Iím hungry," Keelin pouted, seeing his breakfast flying out of
"Thereís the loch," Gordon pointed
out. "Youíre nearly home. What side of the loch is your cave on? This is a
Keelin looked from side to side. "I
donít know. I think itís over there, at the bottom of the hill, but Iím
The boy and the monster walked
around the whole loch until they finally came to a cave. "Is this it?"
Keelin went inside to look. He came
out smiling, "This is it! This is my cave. Would you like to come in and
see where I sleep?"
Gordon shrugged his shoulders and
went into the cave. It was dark and the inside of the cave walls were
covered with emerald green moss. There was a pile of dried heather on the
floor. "Is this your bed?" he asked.
Keelin nodded. "I have to gather
twigs to build a fire. I sit right here," he pointed, and roast my crow or
grubs and crickets over it. Would you like some? Iíve got a pile of grubs
right here," he said, reaching over and picking them up.
"Thatís all right, Keelin. I am not
hungry," Gordon swallowed in disgust. "Well, youíre safe and sound back
home. I think Iíll get back to my house now. Try not to get lost again,"
Gordon waved goodbye and headed back
home. Later that night, as he lay in bed, he heard a noise under his bed.
He was about to shout for his mum, but decided to look for himself. There
was a monster. It wasnít Keelin though. "Who are you?" Gordon asked, "and
what are you doing under my bed?"
A skinny gray monster climbed out
from underneath. It had long arms and legs, huge ears and a long pointed
nose. Its eyes were blue and on top of its head was a tuft of lime green
hair. "Iím Brogan. Keelin told me if I ever got lost, to come to your
house and youíd help me find my way home. Please help me. Iíve never been
lost before!" the monster pleaded.
Gordon sighed. Every night from then
on a different monster showed up under his bed. He didnít shout, he didnít
cry and he didnít call for his mum. When he woke up, he always had to help
them get back home. He met orange monsters, black monsters, green
monsters, pink monsters and once he even met a tartan monster! Soon he
knew every monster in the glen. It didnít take long before he knew what
they all ate and where they all lived.
So, the next time you think you hear
a monster under your bed, remember, they might just be lost and need
someone to help them find their way home. Oh, and always keep a supply of
grubs and crickets nearby, incase they get hungry. :-)