Monster

I wish that I had a tiny little monster that went with me everywhere I went.
And that monster would be my friend and fetch me a cup of tea and maybe a biscuit and bite people on the ankles when they pissed me off.
And he would have shiny scales of all different colors and needle-sharp teeth and a forked tongue, and he would tickle my neck with it as he rode on my shoulder. And buggy eyes and blood-red claws.
I wish that I had a monster. Everyone needs a monster.