Charlie

‘Dad there’s something under my bed,’ Toby said as the forced his Dad’s eyes open, ‘Dad please wake up because there’s something under my bed and it’s making funny noises and it sounds like it’s talking to itself,’ and when they looked there was indeed a something but it was a good something because from somewhere way in the back of his mind Toby’s Dad’s wee brain he knew it was a good something because it seemed to be like the same wee something, well almost the same wee something, that had been under his bed when he was Toby’s age.