![]() He cracks their bones and snaps their backs and squeezes out their lungs, he chews their thumbs like candy snacks and pulls apart their tongues. The descriptions of victims being gulped, gobbled and clubbed senseless appalled me and will no doubt satisfy the boldest child's appetite for the ghastly. And “Nightmares,” by Jack Prelutsky, is the book that tells children what they always wanted to know about vampires, trolls and witches but were afraid to ask. By their standards, a good collection of monster poems should send you to bed with nightmares. Mine were not well received.Ī good monster story, the children informed me, should scare you out of your wits. In those Elysian fields none appeared, but on the way home we amused ourselves telling monster stories. ![]() I remember the last time I took a group of children on a picnic: Queen Anne's lace underfoot, goldfinches overhead, the sun over all, and the kids spent the afternoon hunting for monsters. ![]()
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