Begone, foul creature!
“Begone, foul creature!” Milton said, brandishing his tiny wooden sword.
The monster growled, low and deep, but Milton protected his charge. Penn was his. His boy. They’d been together since Penn was born. He thrust his sword at the creature’s snout, landing a solid bonk on the nose.
The sharp-toothed demon reared back, peering down at Milton in confusion. “I was only here to give him a nightmare. That’s my job.”
“Well, I’m here to say no. No nightmares for my Penn.” He jabbed at the beast again. “Slip away, return to your domain under the bed, and never return.”
