Lessons From the Kissing Booth

The kid who has a tail doesn't know that he has a tail until someone tells him it's there. A kid with a tail could go any amount of time thinking that a tail wasn't a tail, that it was the same thing as an arm or a toe or an ear; thinking that everyone else had a tail, too. Not thinking of his tail at all. It's only when it's pointed out that his tail takes on its own life, becomes just one more thing to think about.

I think that we have to drop monsters carefully, because they might shatter on impact, and a whole mess of little crawling monsters might just be less trustworthy than one big one. A troop of little monsters might eat all of the paper birds and chase off that unicorn standing quietly in the corner. Little monsters bite at toes instead of ears, but they slam all of the same doors.