Third Twisty Truth
As a child, I believed an evil hippopotamus lived under my bed. So my big cousin gave me a stuffed, rainbow corduroy hippo that he'd had as a child. He told me it was a good hippopotamus and it would protect me from the evil one. I slept better at night clutching that relic of the 70s.
My brother also gave me his green stuffed dragon (get it? Michael and the Dragon?) to keep me safe at night. I never snuggled with it, but it spent a lot of time perched at the end of my bed, staring down the evil monsters lurking in my closet. I took it with me when I went to college, actually. It was a very competent watch-dragon.
My brother also gave me his green stuffed dragon (get it? Michael and the Dragon?) to keep me safe at night. I never snuggled with it, but it spent a lot of time perched at the end of my bed, staring down the evil monsters lurking in my closet. I took it with me when I went to college, actually. It was a very competent watch-dragon.