Another Monday Morning

"Bad Monster!" You say, as if angry at your child. The monster looks down in shame, like a small child that's being told off by his mother. "I'm sorry...there's just been so much stress going on lately. I needed to get rid of that tension.." "It's fine." You say simply, he forces a smile, and takes flight down the stairs.


A few minutes later, the monster still persists about the Kool-Aid, he informs you that Kool-Aid is the life force of his kind. Perhaps you should buy him some? Or give him the strawberry? Or just leave him to die?