Welcome to Ordinary Days. A webpage dedicated to stories about our everyday lives! My son and I made up this story on dark, gloomy, foggy morning when I gave him a ride to school.



THE FRAWG MONSTER

We were on our way home from my school band concert one night. We had hung-out talking with some friends after it was over so it was close to 10:00 already. We live in the country. Mom's always saying how normal people don't have to drive 10 miles to the grocery store or 9 1/2 miles to school, but she loves living out here just like I do. Dad had to work late, so it was just Mom, Toby, and me. Toby is my little brother. He is only 6, half my age, but he's usually a pretty cool little kid-considering he's the baby of the family.
Anyway, like I said, we were on our way home and we came to this REALLY foggy stretch of road. It was kind of spooky because on one side of the road was a lake and on the other side was a thicket of trees. Toby was really freaking out. He's always called fog, frawg. It's one of those things left over from when he was a baby just learning to talk. It kind of became a family joke to call fog frawg. Toby had always insisted that there was a frawg monster that lived in the frawg. He was supposed to be big and spooky with frog like eyes and long, sharp, pointed teeth. Oh, yeah, he also had webbed feet and hands. Toby had a vivid imagination.
It was late and we were all tired and Toby was kind of getting on my nerves acting all scared and looking around for any sign of the "frawg monster." He was muttering under his breath and Mom was changing the station on the radio trying to find some music that would distract him enough to take his mind of off it. Just when I thought I had had enough, the rear tire blew out! Oh, great!
Mom and I got out to look. There wasn't a house in sight so we had to change it ourselves. You would have to know my Mom to realize just how much she would have rather not do that. Mom opened the back of the station wagon and I got out the jack. We were trying to change it as fast as we could because we could hear Toby in the car, still muttering about the Frawg Monster. I could hear him coming up with details. "He can smell us! Mom! We need to hurry! The Frawg Monster is coming! I can hear him!" We could hear frogs, too. Hundreds of them. Tree frogs in the woods. Mom said, "Calm down, Toby. We are almost finished." Actually, we had just got the car jacked up. Mom is not a natural at this and I am just a beginner at auto mechanics. Toby's fear has escalated and he was yelling, "MOM! COREY! WE GOTTA GO, NOW! HE CAN SMELL US! HE'S COMING! GET IN THE CAR!"
I had really had enough! "Toby, there is no such thing as a frawg monster, would you just listen to the radio and hush?" I said. I turned around to pick up the lug wrench and thought I saw something move in the woods. Toby's fear must have been rubbing off on me. I started to laugh at myself, but then, I saw it again! Mom must have seen it, too, because she grabbed my arm. "Probably just a deer, Mom, " I said. It was not unusual to see deer crossing the lonely, country roads late at night. "Let's just get done," she answered. We had the spare tire on and I was just starting to tightening it down. Mom opened the door to check on Toby, who was still shaking and crying in the car, when I saw it. It came out of the trees and man, was it ugly! I heard Mom scream and I mean she really screamed! Toby was beyond screaming. I think he was in shock. It was just as bad as Toby had described it. Big and slimy looking, holding up its webbed hands, baring its sharp, protruding teeth, bug eyed and boy, did it STINK!
I just watched for a second while it walked toward us. Mom was picking up rocks and stuff and throwing them at the creature. I was trying to think, but believe me, when you are as scared as I was that is not easy. It wasn't moving real fast, just steadily walking toward us. I decided to lower the car down off the jack. The lug nuts still needed tightening, but I could do that without it being jacked up. "Get in the car, Mom!" I yelled. But she didn't make a move. Toby was still in the car shaking like a leaf and white as a ghost. Mom picked up a hubcap and hurled it at the monster, but all it did was make an ugly gash over its even uglier eye. It was close now, so close that I could see the slime on its sharp teeth and hear its breath wheezing in and out. Mom was backing away from it until she was pressed up against the car. I had been trying to tighten the lug-nuts, but it was too hard to do it right considering I was shaking from head to toe. It was about to reach out and grab Mom so I had to act fast. It's weird but I can still remember certain things, like Toby's face in the back window. His eyes open wide and he wasn't making a sound, for once. And the way Mom had her face turned to the side so she didn't have to look at it. I still don't know how I did it, but somehow I managed to pick up the jack. (No big deal there, it was just a regular jack) But I hit him on the side of his head and face! It was hard enough to knock him off balance for a second and give Mom a chance to gather her wits. "LET'S GET IN THE CAR, MOM! HURRY!" I yelled. Normally I would never had yelled at my Mom, but this was not a normal situation. As soon as she moved to get in the car, I stopped and turned around. I knew we wouldn't get very far with the lug-nuts still loose. So I picked up the tire tool. It was the L shaped kind with a point on the long end and a socket on the short side. The monster was just a few feet away from me, blocking my way to the door, so I tried to go around the car to the other side. My idea that it couldn't move fast was shot then, because it threw itself to the other side of the car so fast that I couldn't react! It was right in front of me! I was shaking so much that the tire tool in my hand was rattling against the car, making a vibrating sound. Mom was getting out of the car and I screamed, "NO! Don't get out!" I don't know why she listened to me, heck, she doesn't usually. But there I was, alone, facing the nastiest, ugliest thing I had ever seen in my life and all I could seem to think about was that my goofy little brother was right! Dumb, huh? The monster reached out at me, I think he was toying with me, like a cat does with a mouse before the kill. I wrapped both of my hands around the tire tool and lifted it up above my head. When the creature lunged at me, I brought it down as hard as I could! I felt the resistance as it hit the monsters chest, then it gave as it plunged into the leathery chest. I was freaking out! I couldn't believe I had done that! The monster made an awful noise, and reached to pull it out. He stunk so bad and was gushing blood. While he was occupied I ran and got in the car. "Go, Mom, Go!" I said. The tire was still loose, but I was just hoping it would stay on long enough to get us out of there. I had no idea how tight the lugs were. I was just praying. Mom, accidentally, I think, put the car in reverse and hit the monster. Then she put it in drive and took off. Toby was curled up in a ball in the floorboard in the back-seat. Mom was a wreck. She was barely able to drive. The stationwagon was racing down the road out of the fog. I looked back and saw the creature bent over, walking back to the woods. So far the tire was doing okay. I could feel it wobbling a little, but it was staying on. We came to a house, but for some reason Mom didn't stop. We didn't talk, she just drove until we got home. For over 6 miles that tire stayed on. The garage door opener opened the door and we pulled in and parked. Then for some reason Mom started to cry. She leaned over and hugged me to her and just cried and cried. Toby was still in the back. We got out of the car and Mom reached in and got Toby. For the first time in a long time, he let her carry him upstairs. We all slept in Mom's room that night. She couldn't seem to let us out of her sight. We never called the police, or anybody. Mom said nobody would believe us. Afterall, we had never believed Toby. But from that day on, we never left the house in the fog. Some people may think we are silly, but we know the real Frawg Monster. We met him on a lonely, country road one night.

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