Yesterday, as soon as I heard the Monster,
I hid under the bed.
When Mom opened the bedroom door,
I checked to see if it was as bad as I thought.
Of course, I didn't venture so close.
Instead, I assessed the threat from here:
Then I retreated back to safety.
Every so often I would step out from under the bed,
but I would venture no further.
It wasn't until after Mom had made the usual rounds
without me and things had calmed down that I
finally went outside to check things out.
The pool area was still a war zone.
I'm guessing that means the Monster will return.
Auntie and Uncle visited for awhile.
That helped put me in a good mood.
After they left I began to play.
Of course, whenever my toy fell off the
top of my box hotel, I waited for Mom to
pick it back up and hand it back to me.
I did that for awhile until the need to clean
my feet became a distraction.
After which I settled down for a good nap.
After all, I suspect my morning sleep will be interrupted
once again by the sound of the Monster.