The Monster Who Grew Small

The Monster Who Grew Small

He walked with small steps; He just carried his load

As he followed the path that led down the road. 

His goal was quite simple, it demanded no thought

For he had to return that great weapon he bought.

They said he was foolish when he spent all he had

But he wanted that sword, its return made him mad.

The quest he had planned did have danger implied.

But he knew he was right. After all, he had pride. 

The monster was huge and a threat to them all.

He decided perhaps he should give it a call. 

He needed that sword to correct what was wrong. 

The town wouldn’t have it. They said he’s not strong.

Well, he had to obey, for he guessed they were right.

He was only a kid and too weak for a fight. 

So he wandered along with the wind blowing cold.

With thoughts of this monster, so big, bad, and bold.

When he looked far ahead and the monster he saw.

It was big and looked mean, his mind filled with awe. 

But did he turn back and show he was scared?

No, he kept moving on, with his shoulders quite squared. 

And a strange thing then happened for the closer he got. 

That monster grew smaller, not a bit, but a lot. 

When he reached that poor monster at the base of a tree.

Why it wasn’t quite scary, it was small as a flea. 

The boy questioned this demon, “Just what is your game?”

“To instill great concern. For ‘Worry’s’ my name.

When you first see me coming and don’t get too near

Your anxiety heightens and translates to fear.”

“Your power has ended. Since I know what you are.

In fact, if my plan works, I will soon be a star. 

For the story I’ll tell will correct what is wrong.

As I sing it out loud in the form of a song.

I will go far and wide as the world hears me sing.

They will learn that less worry’s a wonderful thing.

And I’ll just keep on singing till I’ve told them all

And you, Monster Worry, will just remain small.” 

And that’s how it ended. He needed no sword.

He defeated the monster with naught but a word.

So learn from this story, hear these words ere I’m through.

* “Worry’s like paying a debt that may never come due.”*

*Quote attributed to Will Rogers.

About hdh

I have been telling stories for over 40 years and writing forever. I am a retired teacher and storyteller. I hope to expand upon my repertoire and use this blog as a place to do writing. The main purpose is to give me and others that choose to comment, a space in which to play with issues that deal with storytelling, storytelling ideas, storytelling in education, reactions to events, and just plain fun stories. I explore some of my own writing throughout, from character analysis, to fictional, to poetry, and personal stories. I go wherever my muse sends me. Enjoy!
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