A monster, you say?
Was he big? With claws, like-
like nothing I’ve ever seen, you say?
No set of bear claws, or lion claws, or
dragon claws even came close, eh?
Why, well I do say…. Hmm? A demon, was it?
Sent by the Devil himself-
to take away your dinner …!
No? Not your dinner: just your spinach? Well,
imagine that! I didn’t know demons fancied spinach.
Oh? They took it for their pet rabbits? Yes, I see.
Yes, yes, of course, that makes perfect sense.
But you’re not worried, eh?
You think their rabbits are good and full now.
Well, that’s good. But …
but what about you? What can we do
to dry those tears that drip so fretfully
down those sweet little cheeks of yours?
You must have really been looking forward
to that pile of spinach, poor dear.
I’ve got it! You can finish mine. No, no-
I won’t hear a peep of an argument;
I know how badly you wanted your spinach.
There! There you are! Mmm, delicious!
And I’ll even stay right here next to you,
to make sure those naughty little demons don’t come back
and steal your delicious spinach!