In trying to decide which monster book to write about today, I thought of my grandson and how he had nightmares after I read Creepy Carrots to him when he was two years old. The great thing is, he still loved the book and asked me to bring it home from my library time and time again. He even hid it in the secret hidey hole where he and his cousin hide their favorite toys. For us, creepy carrots are just as scary as Frankenstein.
He eats them on the way to school.
He eats them going to Little League.
He eats them walking home.
Until the day the carrots start following him…or are they?
It’s all fun and games . . . until you get too greedy.
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