There´s a monster that lives in the lake

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There´s a monster that lives in the lake.
It feeds by night on ducks and on frogs and, when it´s eaten enough, on the weeds that grow in the mud at the bottom, which aid its digestion.

There´s a monster that lives in the lake.
It leaves trails of broken reeds and grass when it wanders through the shallows or when it comes ashore to rub its scales against the willows.

There´s a monster that lives in the lake. It sleeps in the winter and awakens next spring, leaner and hungry and makes hay in the summer when the ducks and the frogs and the visiting geese beware.

There´s a monster that lives in the lake. I stepped on it once, just once, whilst wading barefoot, lost in my thoughts, and my legs shook and the water pounded as it slipped like grease away and deeper. I am glad that I am not a duck. Or a frog. Or a visiting goose.

There´s a monster that lives in the lake. When the sky is black, except for the stars, it rises to gasp at the air, to roll its eyes and to blink.

There´s a moster that lives in the lake. The night a little girl disappeared and was never seen again it was assumed that the monster took her. Not so. Though the monster saw what did happen and even the monster was sad.

There´s a monster that lives in the lake. His name is Harold.

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Comments

[Fiona]

Feliz Navidad to you too
Hope you've stopped puking by now. x

[JoJo]

Yo Bad Boy
Hey Mark, you eating properly? looking a bit thin on the face me ole chum! Hope all is well, just having a read of yur yer blog!