Monday, September 05, 2005

I called Doc Wilson and he said to bring Monsa hand right in to be examined. That was easier said then done.

The problem was that monsa hand had time to think about going to the dentist and he decided that he had better things to do. So he hid.
Do you have any idea how hard it is to find a small furry monster who can climb in the walls who wishes to remain hidden?

Things looked bad until my dear wife stepped in. Instead of trying to find the scared little guy she just sat down and talked to him.

She explained that we loved him and that we were hurting with him. She then said we would be with him the whole time and Doc Wilson is kind and would never hurt him.

After a few minutes of my wife's calming voice he finally came out and allowed me to carry him to the car.

The drive over was pretty solemn. Poor monsa hand was so scared that he was shaking. The trust he put in us was touching, and I hoped his trust did not get betrayed by pain.

This was the first time I have ever seen him so scared that he cried. All I could do was hold him and whisper gently to him how much we loved him.

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