“A monster?,” I asked a note of incredulity in my voice.

She nodded, somberly.

“Down in the creek?”

Another nod.

I pulled on my coat and winter boots. Outside, she slipped her mittened hand into mine; we walked towards the back of our property .

She pointed at the frozen water. “I don’t quite see . . .” I stopped and bent down til I was her height.

Sure enough, there were the monster’s eyes and sharp, stone-like teeth. “Looks fearsome,” I said. She smiled; a gap-toothed grin similar to monster’s.

I just needed to see the world like a four-year-old child.

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