“Harry, remember, it’s only your first night. No one expects you to be perfect. Just go, growl, and get out.”
“I know, Mom.”
“Avoid the light… it won’t actually cause you to combust, but it can still hurt you. Remember what happened to Daniel? He was looking up at the closet ceiling when his assigned Child turned the light on. He was bulb-blind for days. Kept bumping into furniture… nearly got caught.”
“Avoid the light,” Harry repeated dutifully. “Got it, Mom.”
“And don’t forget about the Rules.”
“The rules?”
“Harry, we’ve been over this a fafillion times. If the Child is sipping water, they are Protected. If the Child has stuffed animals they are Protected…” His mother saw him roll his eye. “What?”
“The… stuffed animals… they aren’t Real animals, are they?”
“Of course not, Harry. They’re made of plush and foam and fluff.”
“Are you sure? Because Becky said – ”
“Harold M. Puddle, how many times have I told you that your sister makes up these stories just to bait you. The stuffed animals are not Real.”
“Then how can they Protect?”
“Because Children have Imaginations, Harry. And they Believe.”
“I thought Imagination was what we were made of.”
“Well, yes, but…”
“So if they can Believe we are under their beds or in their closets, and Believe the stuffed animals are Real…” Harry had a scary thought. “Mom? What if they Believe that we aren’t Real?”
“Hush, youngster. You might as well wonder whether dragons really breathe fire. Some things simply Are.”
“Okay.” He straightened his posture and held out his claw-tipped paws. “Do I look fearsome enough?”
“Oh, very much so,” his mother assured. She pulled him close and gave him a slurpy kiss. “I’m so proud of you, Harry. You’re not even eight hundred yet, and you’ve been assigned your own Child. Just don’t forget about the Blankets.”
Harry knew about those, but his eye grew wider anyway. “Mom?”
“It’s the biggest Rule there is. A Child under Blanket Protection must never be touched. If your Child is under Blankets, what do you do?”
“Go, growl, get out,” Harry repeated the advice she’d given him a few minutes before. But he had a question, “What if… what if a Hand or a Foot isn’t Covered?”
“Well, some of the most experienced Monsters sometimes tickle a Child’s Foot or brush their fur against a Child’s Hand, but you shouldn’t try that on your first night. If the Child wakes up, and you get caught you’ll be sent back to remedial hunting. No one wants to spend their entire life chasing Cats and Dogs.”
Harry had met some of the remedial hunters. They ended up patchy and toothless. He definitely didn’t want that. “I promise not to try it… at least not tonight.”
“Good for you, Harry. Now remember, you’re scary, you’re stealthy, and you can make Children scream.”
“I’m scary,” he repeated. “I’m stealthy. And I can make Children scream.” He took a deep breath. “Okay, Mom… here I go.”
He stepped onto the Ladder that would take him into the Attic and then into the Closet in the Child’s room, repeating it as he went. “Scary. Stealthy. Scream…”
As the Trap Door opened, Harry heard his mother’s voice, “I love you Harry.”
Harry grimaced happily. I love you, too, Mom, he thought. Here I go.
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