“What does it do?” I asked him once.
“That’s impossible,” I said.
You see, I have a monster under my bed. His name is Grumblegut. He has three eyes, seventeen teeth, and a breath that smells like old cheese and thunder. Every night at 11:17, he tries to grab my ankles. my dad is fantastic roald dahl pdf
But the very best thing—the most fantastic thing of all—is what he does with the monsters. “What does it do
I screamed with joy.
The cat blinked. Then it licked its paw and never ate another hat again. That is the kind of magic my father has. Quiet magic. The sort that doesn’t need wands or spells—just a whisper and a twinkle in the eye. ” I said. You see