This is a tree monster. He lives in the backyard.
I think he's pretty cool. And scary. He doesn't think about me at all.
For someone who doesn't care one way or another about you, he does some funny things. Like on a hot day he stretches his shade out for me just a little more.
And he doesn't eat me.
Sometimes I try to write stories in the backyard. I hear him rustling behind me and catch him trying to read over my shoulder. He pretends he was just going to eat me.
I know better.
At night I take Linus to "do his business" in the scary dark. Lots of sounds make us jump. And I say things like, "Who goes there?"
We know a certain tree monster is keeping an eye out for us. And that helps Linus pee.
Then we hurry back inside where there's light and quilts.
Before I do, I say, "Good night tree monster."
And he doesn't say anything at all.