a little monster's treasure.

A knitted doll of a tabby cat, topaz and rubies in miniscule shapes, a golden crown too small for royalty and a wooden sword as big as a twig.

All in one chest,

valued treasure,

unlike the rest,

a small one, the holder.

...

Small fragile hands digging a hole; big enough to fit itself, a monster as small as the chest storing its treasure. Standing back straight, it turned its big head to the chest before its dull eyes glowed a bright blue. The chest levitated as dust fell from below it in the same glow as the little monster's eyes.

Holding its breath until the chest dropped in the hole, the tiny creature let out a sigh of relief and took deep breaths before kneeling back down and burying the chest. The sun set just as it did, bringing the night in the spotlight.

...

The small monster knocked at the door, excited for a response. The door opened with a small creak as an elderly woman, a giant in comparison, was at the other side. Wearing a gentle smile, she carried the small monster in one arm before closing the door.

The grandma sat him on the countertop before putting her attention back to the dough, ready to be kneaded into buns. The small monster watched carefully, focusing on every small detail, cutting generously and shaping evenly, repeating over and over until the last bit of dough was done.

With the tray of dough in the oven, the creature jumps off the counter to play outside to wait until the bread bakes. It went back near where its treasure hid but panicked at the opened chest.

It ran in grief, the chest was out, gone was its treasure, all but gems. Worthless, they were, but not to the owner; although it knew a penny they were worth. It sniffled but no tears were shed, kneeling in despair in front of its chest.

Running back with a cramped mind, it banged on the door. The house had life but with no response, it grew more hopeless and collapsed on the ground.

...

The grandma shook it but to no avail but finally it woke when the scent of the bread, flowing like wind, brought it back in need of dinner. But soon realizing what it was here for, the monster pulled its gems out and replayed the scene.

The grandma hugged it before giving it a bun. It hesitated but she had compensation. She searched in her shelves until she felt a small knitted doll. She pulled it out, leaning down and showing it a knitted tabby cat. Its eyes glowed, immediately trying to pry it off her hands.

She clicked her tongue and flicked its forehead, prompting it to eat its bread first. It hurriedly munched on the baked good, not spending time to enjoy it. Grandma grunted and gave it another bread, telling it to take its time.

It slowly ate the bread, soon finishing it. The grandma handed it the doll, but it chose to hug her instead.

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- eli.