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Written for the Musical Chairs Competition.
Little Monster
Harry run a hand through his hair in frustration. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. Who's idea had this been anyway?
"Teddy? Will you please stop hiding under there?"
"NO!"
"What will it take to get you to come out?" Harry asked. He was getting desperate. Whenever he visited with Andy and Teddy, the little boy was as good as gold. When Andy asked Harry to look after Teddy for the afternoon, Harry thought it would be a piece of cake.
"Sweeties?"
"You want sweeties?"
"Yes."
"Alright, I'll get you some sweeties. Will you come out now?"
"Toys?"
"You want more toys too?"
"Yes."
Harry groaned. He was being owned by a three year old.
"Fine. Now will you come out?"
"Promise?"
"I promise, alright, just get out from under there!"
"Okay!"
Harry watched in half amusement, half exasperation as Teddy wiggled out from under his bed. Harry shook his head.
"Can we go now, Uncle Harry?" Teddy asked, smiling sweetly at Harry.
Harry chuckled despite himself. Ruffling his Godson's hair, he led the little boy downstairs to get a coat on.
"Your Grandma is going to kill me, you little monster."