Scared of the Turquoise Monster

If I hear one more word about that turquoise monster I will turn blue. Like the monster, Daddy? Asked his observant daughter, little Sue. Her mother smiled, knowing who would win this battle round. Monsters are not real, Daddy said. Sue replied “They live underground.” They are fabrications, fakes, fantasies, faerie tales, Daddy said sternly. Little Sue clamored up and sat on her Daddy’s favorite left knee. But you can save me from them, because you’re my hero, right Dad? Mommy knew this would be the best conversation they would ever have. Daddy hemmed and hawed and finally asked “Where do they live?” Downstairs in the storage room, with that ugly lock from Aunt Viv. Okay, Daddy said to her. We will march down there and see. I would rather stay here, Sue said. I like your favorite knee.