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Everyone in the house knew that a terrible monster lived under the wardrobe. The kitten knew this too. But however long he spent crawling about underneath and sniffing the dusty corners, he never found anyone. Terrible monsters are generally famed for their skill at hiding from kittens under wardrobes. Eventually, the kitten got fed up of this; he crawled out into the room, carefully washed his cobweb-covered muzzle, and asked the darkness: "Hello! Is there anyone there?" "Yes", the darkness under the wardrobe replied. Of course, had anyone else been there in the kitten's place, they would not have heard an answer. But kittens are kittens and can hear things no others can. "Who are you? Are you really a terrible monster?" "I am your Worst Nightmare", the darkness replied. "Mine?", the kitten asked delightedly. "My very own?" "Whose else?", the darkness replied with a sniff. "Then why can't I see you? Why are you hiding?" "Because I'm a Nightmare, and it's daytime now", the darkness explained. "Everything works the other way around in the daytime. In the daytime, I'm scared of you." "Of me?" "Well, yes. You're my Daymare." "No way! I'm cute and fluffy. And very, very small." "And what do you think I'm like, then?", asked the Nightmare angrily. "Think about it - if I was giant and terrifying, would I fit under this wardrobe?" "No..." "Well, then, there you go." "I really wanted to see you...", said the kitten sadly. He had very little of his own - just the house, the human, a little bowl, and now, as it turned out, also a Nightmare. But what good was it if he couldn't even see it? "Wait until evening", the Nightmare suggested. "Then I'll come out and you can see me." "Naaaw", the kitten shook his head. "I go to sleep in the evenings. I'm a house kitten, well-mannered." "Then it's just not to be", the Nightmare sighed sadly. The kitten scratched behind his ear in thought. Then he jumped on the couch, and from the couch onto the windowsill, grabbed a corner of the curtain and pulled it closed. "There!", he exclaimed proudly. "Let's call it evening!" He jumped onto the table and struck the table-lamp switch with his paw. The table-lamp always got turned on whenever it was evening. "You see? The lamp is on, so it really is evening-time. Where are you?" The kitten turned towards the wardrobe and meowed in surprise and delight. His Nightmare lay spread out on the carpet next to the wardrobe - giant, grey, fearsome and very, very real! The Nightmare had pointy triangular ears, a long, fluffy tail and was flat as a sheet of blotting paper - naturally, since it lived under the wardrobe. "Oh, how wonderful!", the kitten exclaimed in joy. "So that's what you're like!" "Yup, that's what I'm like!", the Nightmare replied proudly. "Can you do this?" The kitten arched his back. The Nightmare did the same. "What about your tail?" The kitten wagged his tail, and the Nightmare moved his exactly the same way. "I can do everything!", he assured the kitten. "Hurrah!", the kitten cried and jumped off the table. The Nightmare instantly ran from his spot on the floor and up the wall. And so, right up until evening when it really was time to sleep, the kitten played tag with his Worst Nightmare.
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