Question

"I didn't tell my dad about the green monster i found at the bottom of the garden because" write a story

Answer 1

I didn’t tell my dad about the green monster I found at the bottom of the garden because I was afraid that he would make fun of me. It was at nighttime under the garden light that I saw the monster. Although I did not tell anybody, I was determined to find out what the monster was. After everyone went to bed at night, I went to the garden to see if the monster was in the same place. It was very much there. I waited for a long time for it to come out. But, it did not seem to be interested in doing so. So, I took a small pebble and threw it lightly on the monster. It started croaking loudly and jumped out of its hiding place. The monster was a huge frog! I was glad that I had not told anyone. Having got over my fear of the monster, I went back to sleep happily.

Answer 2

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I didn't tell my father about the green monster whom I found at the bottom of our garden because I knew he wouldn't believe me. He would mock me or taunt me, he would do anything but believe me.  

I knew that very well.  

But what could I do?

I was dwelling on the idea of a monster lurking in my gardens, of the idea that it might be under my bed!

"Have I gone mad?" I demand of myself, yet I find that I cannot muster an answer.  

Would a madman know he's gone mad?

Sometimes I see the grass-green monster, walking around the garden with a confident and menacing gait. Sometimes I even catch its eyes, and when I do, I change the direction of my gaze immediately for his eyes always seem to pierce my soul.

Now you, reader, might think, "This kid is mad, nothing other than mad! There's no such thing as a green monster that lurks in gardens!"

But to that, I shall answer that I am not mad, in fact I am sane without a doubt.  

The thing in my garden is not.  

My father is staring at me from across the table, his eyes scanning me as if he is unsure if I did something wrong. I sit still, debating if maybe I should try telling him about the monster in the garden.  

Oh, how I wish I did!

Alas, I wasn't confident enough to tell him about the monster and so I paid a price. A grave one at that.  

I went to sleep that night, and woke up the following morning, feeling relaxed. I looked out the window and didn't see the terrifying monster that only yesterday was lurking in our garden.  

I descended the stairs, whistling a tune.  

And that's when I saw it: My father's motionless body lying on the floor.  

I didn't have to touch him, didn't have to call his name.  

I knew my father tomorrow morning will be placed in his grave.  

And the monster? It seems it still lurks in my house now, slowly approaching me every passing day.  

And every day I fear the monster more and more.  

That is, until I learnt that the monster was actually me...

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