Little Monster Story: A Day in the Life of a Little Monster
Many adults tell children stories about monsters, as if these creatures are wild and untamable. Some kids even foolishly think it would be great to be a monster themselves. But do you know what? Being a monster isn’t all that easy.
Some people run away as soon as they see you, or they might scream at the top of their lungs, right into your ears. If you run into someone brave, they might even follow you around with a pitchfork. But most of the time, being a monster is quite enjoyable. Once you manage to scare people away, you can freely run into their houses, grab all the food you want, and head home. No! To be precise, back to your cave. Monsters like us never go hungry, and from a young age, we’re trained to carry and haul things like ants.
I’ve said so much, but I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is Gandalf, and I’m the smallest little monster in our cave. I’m pretty short, about the height of a nine-year-old human child. Like the other monsters, I have a strange smell. It’s not something I can help—it’s just the way I am. I’ve got brown hair, two horns on my head, and one on my nose. Some of the girl monsters in our cave like to tie ribbons on their tails, thinking it makes them look prettier. I don’t know about that. My tail is just like a stick. So, that’s me—remember that! Next time you see me, make sure to say hi.
I always have to put up with my friends nagging me, “Gandalf, why don’t you brush your teeth?” “Gandalf, you’re getting too fat; you should lose some weight.” But I never take them seriously. I’m a monster, and I have to act like one. I’m tough and thick-skinned, so there’s not much that can hurt me, let alone a few words. Besides, I don’t get why they, as monsters, always want to live like humans.
However, even the toughest monsters have their unlucky and sad moments, and I’m no exception. Just the other day, something happened that really got me down.
That morning, I got up and, as usual, ran a branch through my hair before heading to the kitchen. Actually, it’s not much of a kitchen, just another open space in the cave. Every monster’s cave has one, where we keep a fire burning 24 hours a day so that we can roast food whenever we want. It might not be as clean as a human kitchen, but at least we don’t have to pay for gas. Anyway, when I got to the kitchen and looked around, I found nothing but a big pile of bones. No smoked chicken legs, no roasted pig’s feet, no grilled pangolin—just a bunch of hard bones. I had no choice but to go down the mountain to scare up some food.
On my way down, I even took some time to practice my scary faces, which had gotten a bit rusty. Before I entered the town, I rolled in some mud by the river, just to make sure I looked properly monstrous.
Luckily, as soon as I arrived in town, I spotted a house full of food. Ham, sausages, breadsticks, pumpkins, and even a big turkey. My mouth watered, and I could hear my drool dripping onto the windowsill. Then I knocked on the door—I love seeing the shock on people’s faces when they open the door and see me.
The door flew open, and a big, burly man appeared. I made my scariest face and roared at him. But the man was only startled for three seconds before he slapped me across the face! He yelled, “Jamie! Are you pretending to be a monster again? I told you if you did it again, I’d smack you!” I was so upset. I wasn’t Jamie; I was a real monster!
The man grabbed me and dragged me into the house, throwing me into the bathroom. He shouted, “Look at all that mud! Clean yourself up! You’ve got a ton of homework to do!” I’m a monster; I never take baths, and homework isn’t my problem. I wanted to run out of there, but considering the size difference between us, I decided to hold off for now.
As I was thinking about my next move in the bathroom, I heard the phone ring in the other room. Soon enough, the man’s angry voice came booming back into the bathroom: “Jamie! Your teacher just called. You failed your exam again, and you’ve been skipping class! Get out of there and wash up right now—you’re in big trouble!”
His words scared me to my core. All my courage to scare people was gone. I cautiously stepped out of the bathroom and saw the man pacing by the door like an angry lion.
“Why are you still like this? Why didn’t you wash up?” he yelled as soon as he saw me.
“I… I’m actually a monster…” I stammered.
“What? A monster? Oh, I get it! You’re here because of Jamie. His pretending to be a monster and failing in school—it’s all because of you! You’re making me so mad! I’m going to deal with you!” The man took off his belt as he spoke, looking like he was about to whip me!
I was so upset I almost cried, but there was no time to think. I had to escape! I used all my strength to dash out of the house and kept running until I could no longer hear his angry roars.
So, kids, next time you complain about how unlucky you are as a human, don’t think that being something else would be any better. Let me tell you, even if you turned into a monster like me, you could still have bad luck. No one is immune; everyone has their unlucky moments.
Alright, I’ve got to go now. I need to ask the other monsters for some food. Let’s chat again next time.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
