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Under

“Are you under there?”

… silence …

“Hey, come on! I asked if you’re under there?”

… uncomfortable silence …

“Really, you’re not gonna tell me? You’re gonna make me look?”

… a big sigh …

“See, I knew you were under there! Why won’t you just say something?”

This kid is never gonna stop. “Shhhh…”

“Ha! You spoke! Now I know you’re there for sure!”

“I didn’t speak, I made a shhhh sound. Now, go to sleep.”

“No way, not now! Come out and play with me?”

“What? Are you nuts? I can’t play with you. Go. To. Sleep. Please.”

“You just admitted that you’re under there, and you want me to go to sleep? Nah-ah, no-way!”

“Kid, what is wrong with you? Do you know who I am?”

“Yeah, you’re the Boogey-man. That’s what Ma says, and she don’t lie.”

“That’s right, I’m the Boogey-man. Now go to sleep.”

“Are you kidding me? No way I can sleep now!”

“Why, because you’re scared of the boogey-man? Boogey-man gonna get you? Wooooooo…”

“Knock it off. I ain’t afraid of no Boogey-man, ‘specially one that talks to me. Come out and play.”

What? You have got to be kidding me. “Kid, I can’t play with you!”

“Why not? You got a broke arm or something?”

“What? No I don’t have a … Aren’t you even a little scared?”

“Nope. My Ma says I don’t gotta be afraid a the Boogey-man.”

“She did what? Why would she tell you that?”

“Cause I was afraid to sleep in here alone. But Ma says if I just make friends with the boogey-man, there’s nothing to be a’scared of.”

“Make friends with the boogey-man, that’s just crazy talk, Kid. You can’t make friends with the Boogey-man.”

“You calling my Ma crazy?”

“If she told you that, then yeah, I’m calling your Ma crazy.”

“Go ahead, say it again, I dare ya!”

“You dare me what? To say your Ma is crazy?”

“That’s it. Now I’m coming under there to put a whoopin’ on your boggey-ass!”

“What? Hey… Kid, what are you… Get back in your bed. What the… Did you just punch me?”

“Yup. And there’s more where that came from!”

“Kid, ouch – hey, stop that. Have you  – ouch – lost your… Hey, no kicking! … lost your mind?”

“Nope. Pop says that if anyone talks smack about Ma, I’m to whoop ’em!”

“Geez, kid. I can’t hit you back. Ouch! Stop it! Get back in your bed! Ouch… stop, will you just…”

***

Footsteps on the stairs….

“Robbie, are you in bed?”

“Uh, yeah, Ma. Just don’t…”

The door opens.

“What is this mess? Did you tear the stuffing out of Mr. Squiggles again? You are gonna get it this time, Mister! Wait until I tell your father!”

“But Ma…”

“But nothing, get your little rump in that bed and I don’t want to hear another peep out of you tonight!”

“Yes, Ma.”

As the door slams shut, Robbie hears snickering coming from under his bed.

“Stupid Boogey-man!”

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Otter

Mr. Otter knocks upon the door, hoping she is home, yet hoping she isn’t at the same time. He is so nervous he can barely stand still.

The door opens. “Yes, Mr. Otter, how may I help you?”

Fussing with his tail, head bashfully low, he replies, “Well, I was wondering if I could… You see, I would like to ask you for… What I mean to say is… I’d like your… Well, I’m right in the middle of building, and I’ve run out…”

“Come in, come in.”  She says, nervous laughter in her voice as she waves a tiny hand in the air and turns toward the kitchen to begin fixing a pot of tea for Mr. Otter; he is such a fine gentleman, after all.

“Well, I didn’t wish to be rude…” he stammers. It seems this isn’t going to plan at all, he’s muttering like a fool, trying desperately to recover his fumbling tongue. “But you do always have the most wonderful twigs come dam season, and well, I was hoping… seeing as I had run out…”

“Yes, Mr. Otter?” She inquires over her shoulder.

Oh, you’re going to make me ask directly, aren’t you, he thinks to himself. Tail tucked firmly between his legs, hair quite the unruly mess, he manages to get the words past his dry lips. “Miss Otter, may I have… May I please have…” feeling quite the buffoon, he finishes quietly, “some of your twigs?”

“Why, Mr. Otter, there is no need to be so shy. You are more than welcome to borrow my twigs anytime you’d like. It’s been a busy season and I…” As she turns around, she sees Mr. Otter down on one knee, holding the sack tightly in his grip.

“Miss Otter, may I have the honor of borrowing… having all of your twigs, now and forevermore?”

© Copyright 2013 Nina D’Arcangela. All Rights Reserved.


I’m doing the 2013 Blogging from A to Z Challenge! Pop back everyday but Sunday through the month of April for a new letter prompt to spawn my deranged ramblings! ;}

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