Something's Going to Get Me

Just after she crawled into bed, Amy said, “Something’s going to get me.”

“What’s going to get you?” asked her dad, as he sat next to her on the bed.

“The lion.”  Amy pulled the covers up to her eyes. “It’s going to get me.”

Her dad looked around the room. “What lion?”

“The lion from the show.” Amy scrunched down a little. “I’m afraid it’s going to eat me.”

“Oh, that lion.” Her father thought about the silly pig on the television show they had watched. “He was just a pretend lion, with a pretend tail. He was really a piggy wearing a lion’s tail and ears.

Her father picked up a stuffed pig from her bed. “Like Mr. Piggles, only dressed like a lion.”

“A pretend lion?” Amy sat up a little.

“Yes, with a pretend tail.” Her dad sat the pig next to her.

“Pretend like this?” Amy held out her blankie and shook it like a tail.

 “Exactly,” and now you are a lion too, and you don’t need to be afraid.”

“ROAR” said Amy, and she held her hands up like paws. “I’m going to get you.”

“Oh, no,” said Amy’s father, “A big, huge lion is going to get me!” He pulled up the covers and hid behind them.

“No, Daddy,” giggled Amy, “It’s only me, a pretend lion.”

“I’m glad.” Her dad put the covers back over Amy. “I really didn’t want to be eaten.”

“I won’t eat you, Daddy.” She gave her dad a big hug. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He gave Amy a kiss on the forehead. “I’m glad you’re not a real lion.”

Her dad got up and turned out the light and then looked back at Amy on the bed. “Good night, Amy”

“Roar,” said Amy, waving a small paw at him.