Are monsters real? Or just products of our overactive imagination? Or to paraphrase Pogo, "I have met the monster and he is us!"
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The day-campers also found a hapless runaway werewolf named Max (temper issues), took a giant green Frankenstein named Bob on a nature walk (he only needed a friend), visited Sad Vlad, a vegetarian vampire, in his darkened crypt (he only drinks the blood of trees, poor sap) and went searching for giant millipedes because a full-of-himself Martian ruler named Vol-Ték demanded it.
Jeez! Those Martians and their angry red planet. Lighten up!
Summer is for having fun and a little pretend.
- Stephen Lyn Bales