The Indy Monster

“Mom, come quick” Nick yelled the other day.
“Arghhhhh.”
I was in the middle of doing my hair which is as rare as a Peace Treaty in the Middle East.

“What do you need?” I screamed back. (You’d think we live in a Palace.)

“I think I see a Monster in the pond! One like Nelly, come quick!”

By now the curling iron was so entangled in my hair, I had to unplug it and take it with me down the hall at a pace this body has not hit since I used to ding-dong-digit.

“Here I am, show me” I said, feigning enthusiasm (and gasping for air).

“You missed it. It had a big long tail on it with no hair.”

“Must have been a beaver” I suggested.

“Nope, it was way bigger than a beaver” Nick insisted.

And the thing is, he said it with such authority… that now when I’m home alone dinking around the house, I can’t help but keep one eye on that pond.

After all… I hear Nelly’s still on the loose!