A Little Character
Wantsit, a sooky monster with raving cravings
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They weren't the sort of screams you ran towards, up in arms, ready to protect and assist. They were childish, cringe worthy screeches that rattled the nerves and set ones teeth on edge.
Before I even rounded the corner I found myself bracing against the onslaught of angry, frustrated cries. And I admit, ready to tip toe by if I could escape unnoticed by who ever was throwing such a fit.
I peered, cautiously, beyond the wall and into the kitchen. Eyes following the path of noise that cut through the air like a swarm of nasty insects, polluting the once peace and quiet with chaos.
It wasn't a who, but a what, responsible for the terrible tantrum that filled my cozy kitchen with noise the likes of which I'd never heard before.
Shock, upon seeing the little monster, the strange creature not of my every day world was second only to the realization that one small being could make so much noise. Tears flew from his scrunched up eyes, wetting the counter he sat upon. I had a passing thought as I absorbed the situation, wondering if monster tears might hurt my pretty laminate.
Perhaps I should have felt sorry for him, the little purple creature that sobbed and bawled and hollered, kicking his feet and shaking trembling fists at the world. And I admit, that seeing his fury up close, the sheer unhappiness that he exuded I felt my heart softening.
"Heeeey, hey there little........" I paused in my fumbling attempts of consoling and pondered just what it was I was I was attempting to talk to.
I wasn't sure he could even hear me over his cries, but then I saw it. The twitch of ears, the way he paused for a half second between his last holler and the next, one dark eye peering ever so briefly out from under swollen, tear soaked lids, in my direction. All the tell tale signs he heard me, right before he launched into a fresh tantrum, louder and more obnoxious than before.
I was feeling less sorry and more amused by the second.
"What's wrong?" I asked, trying to sound sincere and keep all traces of amusement from my voice. Monster tantrum or not, I didn't want to be rude.
He paused, a real pause this time and the silence was sweet music to my ears. His yellow belly heaved with his panting breath, skinny legs trembling from all his exertions and I heard him whine, I'm sorry but there was NO mistaking the whine, "Wants it!"
I would have inquired further but it was as if hearing his own, half calmed voice, ignited another furious round of fit inside the little guy. He threw himself into the next tirade like a champ, legs flailing, voice rising higher, louder as he screeched over and over again. "WANTS IT WANTS IT WANTS IT WANTS IT!!!!!"
I'll tell ya, I didn't know then what he wanted but I'd have given him just about anything to shut..er..help him out of his obviously painful predicament.
It took a while, my ears ached near the end, but finally through the endless flow of tears and impressive non-stop ravings, I got the gist.
"CANDY, MINE, WANTS IT WANTS IT WANTS IT"
oh dear.....apparently, someone had the gall to eat the last piece of triple fudge chocolate candy, the kind wrapped in pretty silver foil, the kind that this little candy craving Wantsit monster had been expecting to find when he raided MY cupboards....
And now, upon finding the the candy dish empty, he cried as if the entire world was against him, he thrashed as if being attacked by unseen hands, he shook and stomped and threw such a fit you'd have thought it was the last piece of candy in the entire world.
I tried reason, patience and humor.
But finally, I did what I know all the books tell you not to do. Though I'm sure the books all lack chapters in monster management, I gave in.
I ransacked my kitchen until I found a forgotten stash of cookies and feet him crumb after crumb. Merciful silence but for his greedy chewing and slobbering delight as he wolfed down his treat.
I worry though.
These cookies won't last forever.......
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