Flog Monster:
How he had, then lost, then found his inner cute-ness.
Jeny Cassady
Flog was surrounded by a dozen giant monsters, dripping wet from the tips of their shaggy ears to ends of their sharp-clawed toes. Their eyes glowed with anger and they bared their sharp teeth, growling with menace.
They were closing in on him, and this is why…
Flog was not your average four-foot, forest-green, sharp-toothed monster. What made him unique among his fellow monsters was his ability to influence others using his cute-ness. It was a gift bordering on super-power.
It was clear at a very young age Flog was special. His parents noticed it right away. As he was being placed in their loving arms by the Gift-Monster (who, as every young monster knows, brings happy monster parents gifts of little boy and girl monsters, and the occasional odd monster) Flog immediately let loose the biggest stench fart right into the nostrils of the Gift-Monster. Gift-Monster puffed out to twice his size in anger and was about to let loose his wrath when a little ‘coo’ escaped Flog’s mouth.
Everyone froze, affixed to the wide-eyed sweetness that was little Flog’s face. His fuzziness not grown in yet; he was like a puffball with big eyes, little sharp teeth, and a diaper of insufficient filtering. His lovable face was capable of evoking warm feelings from even the hardest of hearts, and at this sight Gift-Monster melted back to his original size, and smiled.
All through his baby years Flog used his cute-ness powers without really knowing what he was doing. In his toddler years, when he became aware of his abilities, he spent all his time cultivating his craft. It was in these years that Flog gained some hefty-ness to his small frame, mostly because of his love of fried-cherry-chocolate-marzipan-softies and his ability to get his mother to make them every day… coupled with his growing laziness, since he could make his parents do his bidding at the drop of a smile and a sigh.
It was now, in Middle Monster School, that Flog seemed to need to use his powers even more than ever. For some reason he was the target of much fun and joking among his peers. This made him so sad he was unable to crack even the teeniest of smiles, therefore rendering his powers useless. He had suffered being locked in a locker, getting his tail flushed in the toilet, and having ‘ponzer’ shaved into the fur on his chest. Once, and most terrible of all, he was the victim of a gumming, involving an awful lot of chewing gum and an awful lot of fur.
Poor Flog became even more melancholy when he realized his mother was no longer making him fried-cherry-chocolate-marzipan-softies because of his cute-ness, but because she was trying to cheer him up. Finally, near the end of his first year in Middle Monster School, Flog became so sad he decided to take matters into his own furry hands.
Now, although he relied mainly on his cute-ness to get him what he wanted, Flog was not without other talents. For example, he was at the top of his class in goo-enomics, and was in the junior league of monster-nastics. These talents, along with his extensive knowledge of plumbing, all came together to create his master plan of revenge.
Which brings us to the moment just following Flog’s very successfully executed (and very wet) plan. Flog, now cornered by his drenched and angry aggressors, had succeeded at revenge, but failed to properly plan his escape. As you can imagine, this was a very frightening place to be for a sweet little monster, and Flog was suitably scared.
Twenty three monster eyes (tugger monsters only have one eye, after all) loomed at him as he cowered. Too frightened to look he tucked himself into a little ball and closed his eyes. “Here it comes,” he thought, “the end of me.”
Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever been in a similar situation, but when you’re this terrified, you think of the ones you love. At this moment Flog thought about his parents. He could clearly see their faces smiling at him, full of love and joy. And then it hit him: “My power is like a mirror: if I send out love and joy, love and joy will come back to me!”
So Flog, still tucked into a little ball, now starting to feel wet from the water dripping off the monsters oh-so-close to him, began to fill himself with the idea of joy. Instantly he felt a kernel of happiness and warmth. With his eyes still closed he nurtured that little kernel until his inner cute-ness warmed him entirely. Then a little spark of that cute touched a corner of his mouth… then spread to the other corner… and soon he opened his mouth wide as could be in a sharp-toothed grin. And then, wonder of wonders, the grin developed into a little giggle, and the giggle into a laugh!
Flog uncurled himself, stood up, and faced his fellow monsters without fear. He grinned and giggled and looked into each one’s eye(s), showing them the very fullest extent of his cute-ness. The circle of monsters stopped in their tracks and—without knowing how or why—found their angry brows softening and their hardened hearts growing fuzzy. A few of them even felt the urge to watch a girlie movie! The entire circle started to smile, and then laugh. And then the gang of monsters began to sing “For he’s a jolly good monster,” hefting little Flog up onto their shoulders, for they had never felt such uncontrolled joy and happiness before, and Flog was their hero for showing them how.
It had been a big day for Flog, and he had learned a great lesson: happiness starts with your own inner cute-ness. He thought of this with a smile on his face as he ate the fried-cherry-chocolate-marzipan-softies his mother made for him not because she felt sorry for him, but because he smiled at her and filled her with joy.
Flog stars in his own line of travel accessories at The Monster Travel Accessories Dept, and his cute-ness is guaranteed to make you smile (and keep your travel-stress low!). Fried-cherry-chocolate-marzipan-softies not included. Visit him now: The Monster Travel Accessories Dept. at Etsy or The Monster Travel Accessories Dept. Facebook Page
They were closing in on him, and this is why…
Flog was not your average four-foot, forest-green, sharp-toothed monster. What made him unique among his fellow monsters was his ability to influence others using his cute-ness. It was a gift bordering on super-power.
It was clear at a very young age Flog was special. His parents noticed it right away. As he was being placed in their loving arms by the Gift-Monster (who, as every young monster knows, brings happy monster parents gifts of little boy and girl monsters, and the occasional odd monster) Flog immediately let loose the biggest stench fart right into the nostrils of the Gift-Monster. Gift-Monster puffed out to twice his size in anger and was about to let loose his wrath when a little ‘coo’ escaped Flog’s mouth.
Everyone froze, affixed to the wide-eyed sweetness that was little Flog’s face. His fuzziness not grown in yet; he was like a puffball with big eyes, little sharp teeth, and a diaper of insufficient filtering. His lovable face was capable of evoking warm feelings from even the hardest of hearts, and at this sight Gift-Monster melted back to his original size, and smiled.
All through his baby years Flog used his cute-ness powers without really knowing what he was doing. In his toddler years, when he became aware of his abilities, he spent all his time cultivating his craft. It was in these years that Flog gained some hefty-ness to his small frame, mostly because of his love of fried-cherry-chocolate-marzipan-softies and his ability to get his mother to make them every day… coupled with his growing laziness, since he could make his parents do his bidding at the drop of a smile and a sigh.
It was now, in Middle Monster School, that Flog seemed to need to use his powers even more than ever. For some reason he was the target of much fun and joking among his peers. This made him so sad he was unable to crack even the teeniest of smiles, therefore rendering his powers useless. He had suffered being locked in a locker, getting his tail flushed in the toilet, and having ‘ponzer’ shaved into the fur on his chest. Once, and most terrible of all, he was the victim of a gumming, involving an awful lot of chewing gum and an awful lot of fur.
Poor Flog became even more melancholy when he realized his mother was no longer making him fried-cherry-chocolate-marzipan-softies because of his cute-ness, but because she was trying to cheer him up. Finally, near the end of his first year in Middle Monster School, Flog became so sad he decided to take matters into his own furry hands.
Now, although he relied mainly on his cute-ness to get him what he wanted, Flog was not without other talents. For example, he was at the top of his class in goo-enomics, and was in the junior league of monster-nastics. These talents, along with his extensive knowledge of plumbing, all came together to create his master plan of revenge.
Which brings us to the moment just following Flog’s very successfully executed (and very wet) plan. Flog, now cornered by his drenched and angry aggressors, had succeeded at revenge, but failed to properly plan his escape. As you can imagine, this was a very frightening place to be for a sweet little monster, and Flog was suitably scared.
Twenty three monster eyes (tugger monsters only have one eye, after all) loomed at him as he cowered. Too frightened to look he tucked himself into a little ball and closed his eyes. “Here it comes,” he thought, “the end of me.”
Now, I don’t know if you’ve ever been in a similar situation, but when you’re this terrified, you think of the ones you love. At this moment Flog thought about his parents. He could clearly see their faces smiling at him, full of love and joy. And then it hit him: “My power is like a mirror: if I send out love and joy, love and joy will come back to me!”
So Flog, still tucked into a little ball, now starting to feel wet from the water dripping off the monsters oh-so-close to him, began to fill himself with the idea of joy. Instantly he felt a kernel of happiness and warmth. With his eyes still closed he nurtured that little kernel until his inner cute-ness warmed him entirely. Then a little spark of that cute touched a corner of his mouth… then spread to the other corner… and soon he opened his mouth wide as could be in a sharp-toothed grin. And then, wonder of wonders, the grin developed into a little giggle, and the giggle into a laugh!
Flog uncurled himself, stood up, and faced his fellow monsters without fear. He grinned and giggled and looked into each one’s eye(s), showing them the very fullest extent of his cute-ness. The circle of monsters stopped in their tracks and—without knowing how or why—found their angry brows softening and their hardened hearts growing fuzzy. A few of them even felt the urge to watch a girlie movie! The entire circle started to smile, and then laugh. And then the gang of monsters began to sing “For he’s a jolly good monster,” hefting little Flog up onto their shoulders, for they had never felt such uncontrolled joy and happiness before, and Flog was their hero for showing them how.
It had been a big day for Flog, and he had learned a great lesson: happiness starts with your own inner cute-ness. He thought of this with a smile on his face as he ate the fried-cherry-chocolate-marzipan-softies his mother made for him not because she felt sorry for him, but because he smiled at her and filled her with joy.
Flog stars in his own line of travel accessories at The Monster Travel Accessories Dept, and his cute-ness is guaranteed to make you smile (and keep your travel-stress low!). Fried-cherry-chocolate-marzipan-softies not included. Visit him now: The Monster Travel Accessories Dept. at Etsy or The Monster Travel Accessories Dept. Facebook Page
