I thought you might also enjoy a 'short story' by a friend,
Marge Fretwell, formerly of Sutton-in-Ashfield.

Things that go bump in the night
      
       When mommy tucks me into bed
       I pull the blankets over my head
       There on the wall is my little light
       Oh, how I wish it wasn't night!

       A noise outside my windowpane
       It pitter patters
       It must be rain!
 
       Arms are reaching out to me
       It must be the branches
       Of the big oak tree.
 
       Ooh... A shadow
       On the ceiling above
       It must be my guardian angel
       She wants a hug.
 
       What's that near my closet door
       Now it's moving across my floor
       I close my eyes and start to shake
       Whew, it's just my big dog, Jake.
 
       Under the covers
       I let him creep
       Now I feel safe
       My eyes close in sleep.

 -- Marge Fretwell
 

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