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Monsters living under the bed

Merrie and the Monster

I do not think my new castle keeper knows my name. She calls me:
“Girlfriend!!! or Hey Now! or Where you at?”


This morning, Merrie summons me:

“HEY~ listen here~ where you at?”

“I at where I’m always at. My computer.” I tell Merrie.

“Oh. Well, come ha~ ear!!!! There’s something under yo bed. You gotta get it out, I ain’t doing it!!!!! Ya ha~ ear??????”

“I ha~ear.”

I walk into my bedroom and Merrie has the end of a broom sticking it under the bed and lifting my dust ruffle. I suppose she thinks she’s gonna beat the monster that’s living under my bed with the broom handle???

“What’s wrong Merrie? What’s under the bed?”

“I don’t know.  But it’s a clicking!!!!!!”

I get down on my hands and knees and look under the dust ruffle.

“You ha~ ear it???”

“Hear what, Merrie?”

“Da clicking. Is dat dog under dare?”

“Nope, no dog under the bed. And I don’t hear any clicking.”

Merrie leans down and then jumps straight in the air dropping her weapon. (My broom.)

“Dare it go!!!!! You ha~ear it????? He~ ear that clicking?????”

“Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Nope.”

Merrie leans down a third time, getting irritated that the ‘monster’ will only click at her and not at me. She leans in close and once again shoots straight into the air. “Woooooooo Lord!!! I can’t believe you don’t hear no clicking…. and I thought I was the old one with old ears. You deaf, girlfriend!!! There’s  something in dare that’s clicking!!!”

The whole incident is upsetting to Merrie and I watch as she reaches into her pocket to pull out a tissue to wipe her perspiration. Merrie jumps back startled and pulls out her cell phone.

“Ohhhhhhhhh. Dares that clicking!!!!!” She says excitedly.

Appears the monster was just Merries phone…. in her pocket…. going off taking pictures. And clicking. Profusely.

HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM……