San Francisco by Night
Chuckie Manson
Monsters aren't scary at all, unless it's dinnertime. Do you want to
join us for dinner?
Mommy told Chuckie there's no such thin as monsters. Why didn't she believe Chuckie? It's
such a shame that Chuckie had to introduce her to the Thing under your bed. And why did
she have to go into Chuckie's closet when his new group of friends were so hungry?
Chuckie's best friends when he were little lived in your television set. The coolest of
them were the monsters. Daddy wasn't really a monster, not like Mommy said he was, but
when he took his bottles of whisky somewhere else, Mommy was too sad to play with Chuckie.
She kept you in your room and never let you be free.
Now Chuckie's big. He's five and in his new home, he knows how to take care of yourself.
The nice troll who runs Chuckie's freehold gives him all the spaghetti and Oreos he wants,
and when all the other children ate away, he get to play with the rest of the monsters.
Chuckie never has to keep your fur combed or wash his claws, and he get to say and do
anything you want, as long as the grumps don't catch him at it.
Playtime never ends. H'es a bid wild animal, indulging in whatever he wants and doing
whatever he pleases. He's innocent but amoral. In short he's free.
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