Something really scary happened at my house.
There was a monster outside in my yard.
He had glowing eyes and he beckoned me to come out with him.
I don’t know what he wanted to do to me, but there was no way I was going to hang out with that monster.
So I stayed inside.
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I stayed close to my dog jail so I could hide in there if I needed to.
But then that monster came closer.
He tried to get in the house.
He even scratched on the door.
This is getting really serious.
What am I going to do!?
That monster is going to break through the door!
Then my person got up.
I tried to warn her but she went over to the door anyway.
And she opened it.
Yikes! Woof! Bark bark! Yeoww! Woo woo!
I gave that monster what for and then my person said the strangest thing.
That monster is not me!
How can that monster be me?
Look, I’m sitting here as perfect as can be.
I’ve been here all the time.
And I did not put those scratches on that door.
You know there’s a monster out there.
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