I hear a Strang screeching noise and my eyes shoot up to the sky. Almost hidden by the sun, I spy a long black flying serpent. It's heading in my direction.
I have to get indoors, but I don't like the looks of the red building I've been dumped at by the maniac, Bumbernickle. It could be a prison, three stories tall, thick black bars on the windows, and a tall black fence with spear tips ringing the perimeter. The tips of the fence remind me of the spears knights used to fight dragons. Dragons? M letting my imagination run wild, but no way do I want to find out what else might be lurking at night in Monstoviia.
The serpent is getting closer. I feel the wind stirred up by its huge black wings. I have no choice. I pull at the gate and it opens easily. Seeing more serpents, I drag my suitcase on a brick path toward the gargantuan pair of doors.
A plate on the wall cates my eye. It reads in large, black, letters:
J.D. Doofinch, Esq.
Denver of Monsters, Fictional Folk, Etc.
Below it, I see finer print,
Monster is spoken here.
MY KIDS ARE LOVING THIS. IT'S FUNNY, IMAGINITIVE, AND PROVIDING US WITH A WONDERFUL TIME TO SPEND TOGETHER. THE TEACHER SENT A NOTE HOME ASKING ABOUT THE BOOK , APPARENTLY HE WROTE A JOURNAL ENTRY AT SCHOOL DESCRIBING IT.