day 22

Monster 22 GANZORIG was a Mongolian eagle hunter in the Altai Mountains of western Mongolia GANZORIG in Mongolian Means "steel courage" and he was named well, as he had proved to be a great explorer. He and his eagle called OTGONBAYAR, hunted high into the hills, tracking many new routes into unknown territory. Hunter and eagle hunted as one, and no game was out of reach to them. One day when GANZORIG was trading his fur pelts, he heard of a great Monster who lived in a cave to the north of his village. He called OTGONBAYAR to his gloved hand and the pair travel many days until they reached the mouth of the cave. Standing before it GANZORIG called the monster from his sleep with the intention of slaying it. The Monster a blue and green dragon, crawled out of the cave, and stood up on his two strong legs, he spoke softly to the man and his bird. My name is BAT-ERDENE and I mean you no harm. GANZORIG new the Mongolian name BAT-ERDENE meant strong jewel and was shocked that the monster did not appear to be the demon he was told. So as a mark of respect he set up camp and he and OTGONBAYAR stayed and guarded the dragon and it is said that that is where they remain to this day.

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The fridge Monster Oh I know what you’re thinking, you don’t have a monster living in your fridge. But I can tell you that you have, it just that you perhaps are not magic like I am so you cannot see him. Perhaps you have noticed that you milk goes down a bit, or maybe there is less cheese that you thought you have? Hum yes? I have made friends with my monster, I even know his name. The name of my fridge monster is Henry. Henry likes party food best, pink fluffy icing on birthday cakes is to him the food of Gods. Henry some time ago snuck out of my fridge and made a party hat for himself out of old streamers. As you can see from the image I drew of him he stands twisted with one big furry paw and one which is now just a hook. He has only lived in my fridge for five years, but he tells me his very old. He lived in other fridges before, but I have been then only person to have ever been able to see him. He would not tell me how he lost his paw. But I’m guessing it’s in some fridge related accident. I told Henry that he does not need to live in the fridge, he was welcome to join my family and watch the TV with us. I tempted him out with cake and the promise to watch the super bowl with all the superstars like Aaron Rodgers of the Green Bay Packers. Henry tried it for a day, and then he began to complain he was to hot and feign his death from overheating. So I scooped him up and lay him back in the fridge on the shelf between a mullet, perch. And he soon recovered again.

morel story

Along the coastlines of a faraway land lives a monster mosquito who lived in an old stone tomb called a cairn. The monster would sleep all day in the shade of the cairn, but in the blackness of the night, he rose from his slumber to strike fear into the villagers who lived along the coastline. All the villages would hide inside their houses at night and board up the windows. Apart from one very old sailor who had the audacious to walk around when the monster mosquito was in biting mode. The mosquito saw the old sailor and jumped on him, biting him hard in the neck and sucking his blood. However the old sailor did not die, he just got up and staggered about, however the monster keeled over and dropped dead, as the alcohol in the old sailor’s blood was too much for him. So the morel of this story is, always stay safe at home when large mosquitos are about or if you have to go out send an old sailor out as bate first. The end.

day 15 snail monster

Was she stalking me? Was she stalking me? The snail was clearly a she, wasn’t she? I looked around at the soft silky tail that the snail had left behind it. I stopped and glared at it. The snail stopped also. An awkward minute passed ere we glared at each other, before I walked off, quicker this time. I did not look back, a mean how fast can a snail walk anyhow? Plus do snails even walk? No they slither along on a line of slime. Yuk, who would want to be a snail not me! Oh now I have guilt, so I stop and stand still and turn on the spot. And there, there is the snail. What time of monster is this? I say that out loud as the snail has now grown in size to be as big as a cat! Golly and gosh. Glaring back at the snail, I quicken my pace. Passed the post box, the red telephone box and the old church yard, faster and faster I run. Then I pause for a bit to look back over my shoulder. And there, THERE! Behind me is the snail, but now it’s the size of a car. A car I say! Yes really. Its long pink and purple eye lashes flustering in the summer breeze. No, I shout, go away stop following me. And turn and run as fast as I can. Although it’s hard going as I had reached the bottom of the hill and as not as young as I used to be, no, and maybe a bit over weight to if I am honest. Anyway, I make it up the hill and then stop to catch my breath, but there it is again, but this time as big as a house. Yes that’s right, a house I say. It was a snail with a pink shell as big as a house. I can hardly believe it myself. So I ran down the hill and over to the lake, and stood staring into the water dreading the site of the refection that could creep up behind me at any point. And I was not alarmed when it did, there in the water next to my refection was the snail who was as large as a sky scrapper now. As I stood still I looked at are reflections, we were the same in every way. Except she was a girl snail and I a boy snail. Guess that’s it for me then now, as I have heard that when a snail monster choices a mate, there is no escape. So I guess she was stalking me?

monster day 14

This monster, was once normal. However after waiting in endless bus queue. turned eveil and mad.

day 13 or 14, maybe 13

Monster day the lady This is a monster that’s is a lady who has one large eye to the side of her face. She has a large body, and one back foot, she shuffles along. She likes to grant wishes, although she gets real stressed and often turns people into frogs. She likes loads of feathers in her hair and smells out adventures with her big nose. She has a name , but im not brave enough to ask it, so call her lady.

monster day 13

i am feeling stressed today, so story to go with this monster