Here is a story I wrote down from a book in school with  maybe a little of my own words too. I don't remember, I've been working on writing this down for two days!

One hungry monster underneath my bed moaning and groaning waiting to be fed.

Two hungry monsters at my closet door chewing up my sneakers asking me for more.

Three hungry monsters in the upstairs hall licking the flower painting hanging on the wall.

Four hungry monsters round my daddy's head sniffing out the crackers he'd eaten in his bed.

Five hungry monsters sliding down the rail munching and crunching on one another's tail.

Six hungry monsters underneath the rug tracking down some footprints to catch a tasty bug.

Seven hungry monsters around our TV screen drooling at commercials for sauerkraut and beans.

Eight hungry monsters on the chandelier swear they haven't eaten for maybe 20 years.

Nine hungry monsters wearing roller skates hunting through the kitchen for knives and forks and plates.

Ten hungry monsters about to fuss and kick we won't get out until they told me unless you feed us quick.

So I bring out some apple juice, bread (which they put upon my head), spaghetti, eggplant, pickled pears, pumpkin (they climb on the pears like stairs) turkey, pizza, watermelon (I wish they were twice the size), and peanut butter but not a speck of jam because I want every monster mouth shut tighter than a clam.

They gargle with some apple juice then shower with the rest. They pinch the bread to crumbs and won't clean up their mess. They braid up the spaghetti into wigs and eat the eggplants whole and learned that pears don't bounce and neither will they roll. They wear the pumpkin tops as hats and dream of pumpkin pie. They argue over wish bones and pick the turkeys dry.

That's when my doggy barks and shakes her stub of a tail but I think she's going to fail. That's when I start to scream and shout and then the monsters start to cry and pout. I try to shove them out the door but here comes more and more and more. So without a single doubt I yell to them to get out, get out.

Ten sorry monsters creeping one by one, climb up the chimney and now my job is done. Then from behind the toaster in my secret hiding spot, I take an apple muffin that they never got.

The end!!