I used to think there was a monster under my bed. One day I baited it with tuna fish. It came out and took me for a ride. We rode from Boston to San Francisco in three hours, then back via Toronto in just two, racing all the way. How could I go back to bed after that? I let the monster sleep in my bed, but it takes up all the room. I sleep on my monster's tummy and it sleeps on the bed. So now there's a bed under my monster. It's less scary that way.
