The Story of Monoester (The Stories of Pebble Series Two)

In the darkness of the Sentence, Ebble Pebble screamed, as she gave birth to a child, which the Monotone lovingly (yet emotionlessly) named Monoester. The Monotone loved Monoester with all its heart, and took pride and joy in watching her grow into a child obsessed with pain, death, and suicide. Monoester loved her family, and quickly grew familiar with the rules of formal writing, which all children following English beliefs must know. 

With her mother's lack of knowledge and her aversion to English, and her father/other mother's love of English, Monoester lived in a broken household, not sure whether she should follow the English beliefs or become her own person. She struggled with this internal conflict deep inside herself. One day, she let it all out, while she was reciting the different verb tenses. 

"Why must I follow your beliefs? Why can't I follow my dreams and my values?!" she cried out, in the middle of the future imperfect. The Monotone looked up. 

"When you have got through your internal conflict, you will know the answer," she said emotionlessly. 

"You will follow the beliefs of your family, Ester", Ebble Pebble responded when Monoester asked her. 

"I am not Ester", said Monoester. "I am Monoester." 

Ebble Pebble frowned. "No," she said. "You are Ester, the Monoester." 

Distraught, Monoester punched her mother violently and ran into her bedroom. The Monotone slowly waddled after her, wanting to comfort her but not knowing how. 

"I know that you are internally conflicted right now," the Monotone began slowly. Monoester sobbed defiantly. 

"The reason why you are learning these holy English beliefs, is so that we can get you into a nice school, and you can move away from this terrible forest," the Monotone said. 

Monoester ceased her crying. 

"Really?" 

The Monotone nodded, but then realised that it was standing outside the door of Monoester's room, so Monoester could not see it. 

"Yes." it said, after an awkward pause. 

But it was lying. It was all a lie. The Monotone felt somewhat sad that it had to lie to its own child, but felt it must be done in order to make her learn English. It sighed as Monoester attempted to hug it, trying to wrap her small arms around the Monotone's barrel like body. 

Later that night, the Monotone told Ebble Pebble what it had said to their daughter. Ebble Pebble sighed. 

"Well, now that you've said-" 

"Do not use contractions!" cried the Monotone, in what would have been an angry voice, had it not been entirely devoid of emotion. 

"Let me get on with it," Ebble Pebble said, annoyed, "You have told her that you will send her to a nice English school. Now we must find one for her." 

"But why?" asked the Monotone. 

"I don't like lying to my daughter." 

"Do not" corrected the Monotone. 

"Shut up." 

"We will not send her to an English school," the Monotone said. "I will raise her to be my minion." 

"NO," Ebble Pebble said. "She will go to an English school." 

The Monotone frowned. Ebble Pebble did not agree with the conformist English views that were in place in the Sentence. Why did she want to send her to an English school? The Monotone pondered this question all night, as she slept. Ebble Pebble may have an ulterior motive, thought the Monotone. Perhaps, the Monotone had one too.