Frank Mammoth Manor, Room 16

My monster is a verry angry monster, he is angry because he was kild by his dad. Now it is his turn to kill, that what he told me. I am not afraid of him, and he is not afraid of me. We are pritty good friends. He always give me presents like: bones, arms, legs etc. And I give him presents like stones or other cheep things :p. He likes eating at 7.00 PM. He eat every day different things, like onions with potatoes or fried people with some cow blood. It is not tasty, I think. He is a black, green tabby monster. He only got one eye, that is because he crashed against a pig. After all he is a scary, but nice monster. That's my monster. January 2005

Olivier, Amsterdam, The Netherlands, 12