Yesterday was windy and blustery and lent itself well to curling up by the
fire and reading a little October literature, so I dug out my big box of
October books and did just that. I rediscovered all sorts of treasures, especially
a poem titled ‘The Werewolves Den.’ It is found in a book called Scarum Fair
(awesome title by the way) by Jessica Swaim. I think a little poetry is just what Doctor
Jeckyll ordered for today’s October Thought.
The Werewolves Den
Are you sick from too much I-Scream?
Is the carnival too loud?
Then curl up in our den awhile,
escape the raucous crowd.
If you'll come a little closer,
we will nibble on your nose,
we'll lick your hands, your face, your ears
your scrumptious little toes.
Like our friendly canine cousins,
we're a cute and cuddly bunch.
Just think of us as puppies,
and we'll think of you as....lunch.
This poem is what made me buy the book in the first place. On the page
where this poem is, is an illustration of were-puppies getting ready to nibble
on a boys toes. Trust me, it isn't a scary picture, it is really quite funny
and cute, and frankly, if the kid was dumb enough to go into a werewolves den
in the middle of a creepy carnival then he deserves to be dinner.
Three tiny paragraphs and I'm hooked. First of all, I hate, hate, hate
werewolves. They creep me out to no end which is why reading about them is so
fun. Odd how my mind works, isn't it. If
I was the child in this poem I would in no way, shape or form trundle off to a
werewolves den. Firstly, talking animals are not to be trusted. Secondly, if a
carnival is too loud, I am going back to my nice cozy home where there is a
bubble bath and cookies. Thirdly, NO WEREWOLVES. Do not pass GO, do not collect
$200, just run. Run far, run fast and toss dog treats or other innocent
civilians behind you to slow them down.
They tell the child in the second paragraph that they are going to nibble
on him. I mean, have some sort of sense of self-preservation kid. But that last
line, so funny. Yup, that kid totally gets what he deserves.
But now that I think about it, my puppy does the exact same thing. His
favorite pastime is chewing on my fingers. And he does lick me a lot.....aww
man, I have a were-puppy who is going to nibble me in my sleep. I guess there
are worse ways to go and like I said, I suppose I deserve what I get.
While I was reading other poems in the Scarum Fair my mind wandered and I
got around to wondering how would a mummy handle a spa day? I mean, if it
signed up for the seaweed wrap, would it use fresh bandages or put the new ones
on top of the old? How would the spa attendant react to wrapping or unwrapping
a mummy? I'll bet there would be a lot of hazard pay involved. This is just one
of the many things I ponder about monsters. Like can vampires tell the
difference between blood types? Is one spicier than another? Does the werewolf
see a doctor or a vet? How does the Frankenstein monster buy clothes when all
his parts come from different people? Would living in a really big aquarium be
considered living in a condo for the Creature from the Black Lagoon? I'll bet
the people at the fair could tell me. So many questions. So few answers. Sigh.
