The Dread

My friend and I, we like to spy. Why do we like to spy? I do not know. Go ask some other guy.

Do you know what this other guy said? Yes he said because you own a dread.

The other guy is right, we do own a dread. Our dread makes us want to stay in bed.

Because a dread is bad. He will eat your Dad.

Our dread makes us dread terrible things. Our dread would make us dread we had no bread. Oh, how terrible it is to own a dread.

The dread takes up the whole house. Nothing else would fit, not even a mouse.

We have to live outside. When you live outside, it is hard to abide.

Sometimes I say to my friend Fred that we really should get rid of our dread.

But even Fred doesn’t know what to do. Fred has the flu.

I guess I’ll have to figure it out myself. If only I had an elf!

An elf with wealth, what a lot of help!

A dread loves pie. Don’t believe me? Go ask that other guy.

The other guy says that a dread loves pie. See, I would never lie. Not about pie.

Now I have pie, please go fetch that other guy. We need all the help we can get, I bet!

The other guy can’t come? That’s not good. We will just have to do this ourselves, understood?

Let’s put some pie by the door. Yes, that’s right, on the floor. A dread hates to use plates!

Come with me now, let us hide behind this bush. Oh, it is quite a squish!

Oh look, here he comes, twiddling his thumbs.

He sees the pie. I hope it’s not too dry!

He’s gobbling it up, yum yum yum. It’s filling up his big, big tum!

Quick, quick, go grab a net! We’ll catch him this time, I bet!

Go catch him! Yes! We have caught him!

Here comes the pound. They’ll have this dread drowned.

FInally, now we have our house. You may go now, back to your house.

I had such a lovely time with you. See you later, alligator!