Daddy wanted to [i]catch[/i] the monster? And then give it to the zoo? He was crazy! âWhy would the zoo want to have a monster that eats kidsâs toes? What if it gets out and eats everybodyâs toes. Thatâs stupid Daddy.â
She thought about if the monster would be scared away by her dad alone, or if he needed to get out his sword. It was really scary, and she didnât really like it. She was always afraid that she would get hurt by it accidentally. Her dads would never hurt her on purpose, but they were always saying that she had to be careful because Accidents Happen.
âMaybeâŠâ Zoe stood up a bit, whispering in her dadâs ear so the monster wouldnât hear them talking. âMaybe we can make more of the monster spray? I donât wanna kill it. Itâs wrong to kill things. The Planet doesnât like it when we kill things. So we have to just make it go away.â
âWell, Iâve never seen a toe eating monster at a zoo,â Zack pointed out. Â âHave you? Â And if they donât have one, then they obviously need one. Â And â well, theyâll just make a warning that, in the toe eating monster exhibit, you have to wear steel toe boots. Â See? Â No problem. Â Our house is monster free, the zoo has a new exhibit, and everybody is happy. Â Itâs win-win.â
Last time this had happened, Cloud had stolen a bottle of Zackâs hair spray and mixed the contents with some water to ward off the monsters, and now it was a Thing. Â It was a great sacrifice, but it got the job done.
But he was a little reluctant to use his hairspray, honestly.
âWe can get the spray if you donât want me to catch it. Â But I bet I could scare it away without the spray,â Zack told her. Â âBut youâre absolutely right. Â We shouldnât kill it if we donât have to. But to tell you the truth, Iâm not wholly convinced it isnât your pop. Â When you were a baby, he tried to eat your toes all the time.â
Pop did what...?
Pop used to eat her toes?
No, that wasn't true, was it? Pop would never do that to her. Pop was nice, and he loved her. He wasn't a monster.
She leaned against her father again, fresh tears welling up in her eyes. "No...Pop didn't really eat my toes, right?" she asked quietly, her voice trembling. "You're kidding, right, Daddy? Pop's not a mean old toe-eater monster, is he?"










