Long, long ago in a dark New England  forest stood a huge yellow castle. In it lived Lord and Lady Letplay, their children, and lots of servants to keep them comfortable.

One day when Lord Letplay and his friends were out jogging, they found a cute baby monster under a tree.

“Oh, my!” said Lord Letplay. “I will take it home to my family.” Lady Letplay named the little monster Classie and trained her carefully. Classie’s whisper was not very scary yet, so she was not dangerous. Lord and Lady Letplay’s 10 children taught her lots of tricks. Soon Classie was wagging her tail like the dog and killing mice for them like the cat.

Sometimes when she got almost four-and-one-half feet tall, Classie started to raise her eyebrows when she looked at one of the children, as if to warn them of something.  One day Classie, who never cared to please anyone no matter how much she wagged her tail, was sitting in Lord Letplay’s favorite chair. Nearby the youngest of all 10 children banged his toy drum.

A little Dog that wags his tail
And knows no other joy
Of such a little Dog am I
Reminded by a Boy

Who gambols all the living Day
Without an earthly cause
Because he is a little Boy
I honestly suppose –

The Cat that in the Corner dwells
Her martial Day forgot
The Mouse but a Tradition now
Of her desireless Lot

Another class remind me
Who neither please nor play
But not to make a “bit of noise”
Beseech each little Boy

Classie refused to play with the little boy no matter how loud the drums. And to whisper and to raise her eyebrows more than ever. She beseeched him, “But not to make a ‘bit of noise’”.  NowLord and Lady Letplay and all the other nine children had joined together to check out the drums and heard what Classie said, even though it was a whisper.

So, everyone knew Classie had grown into true monsterhood.

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