The So-civilized Monster

It was the quaking of the ground beneath her as she tried to get some sleep. Kimie had wandered off someplace she should not have gone, and she was now lost.

There were no longer the friendly trails to lead her through this forest. Instead, Kimie found herself racing headlong through a brush that the hand of man had never touched.

Still, she could feel that rumble underfoot, and still, she ran and ran until exhausted. Finally, Kimie collapsed by a stream, ready to accept her fate, whatever it might be.

Then Kimie saw him as he lumbered ever closer to her, a cyclops wearing glasses. She breathed a sigh of relief.

“What are you running from?” the giant one-eye fellow asked.

“You,” Kimie answered.

“Then why have you stopped?”

“I’m too tired to continue.”

“I see. Are you not araid now?”

“No.”

“And why is that?”

“I have never met a so-civilized ‘monster’ in my life,” she said, air-quoting the word.

“Really? And what makes you think I’m civilized?” he questioned.

“You’re wearing glasses,” she smiled.

Laughing, he gently picked Kimie up, took her home, and placed her in a stock pen with his sheep.