The monster in the cereal

Something was looking at us.

I was sitting having some breakfast when the number 1 son spotted something looking at him. He started to make monster noises as he tried to suss out what was hiding in the porridge.

I thought I could actually pen an exciting book about the encounter with the Porridge monster. An exciting tale of the monster who comes out of the breakfast but who protects from cold and fills a child up with energy. Or maybe it is an analogy for the monster prepared to inflict such food on a child, as some have said to me before.

I could then retire on the proceeds.

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