Chapter 2 monster finger

monster finger Do you know how many fingers the little monster has on each hand? one?two?five?Ten? ...Three hundred and twenty-six? ... Seven thousand eight hundred and forty-one? Neither is right. Both are right. Do you know what the little monster's fingers look like? long?short?square?round? ……sharp?flat? Neither is right. Both are right. Because the monster's fingers can change!You can have as many fingers as you want.Whatever you want your finger to look like, you can turn it into what it looks like. Therefore, the monster father and monster mother often shout: "Hey little monster, use a knife to sharpen a pencil, don't use your hands directly!"

"Ah, why do you eat vegetables with your hands, you have to use chopsticks!" So, usually little monsters only show five fingers that look like human children.Because he thinks that looks the best. On this day, just after dawn, the little monster woke up. He squatted beside his mother's bed, and when she woke up, he jumped up and said, "Mom, let me comb your hair!" Raising the right hand that has become a comb. The little monster actually doesn't know how to comb his hair at all, just look at his own hair that is messed up like a bird's nest.Fortunately, my mother knew how to do it herself. Although the comb made from the little monster's fingers was a bit difficult to use, she still combed her long, curly green hair and tied it in a braid behind her head.

After the monster mother combed her hair, she went to brush her teeth and wash her face.The little monster originally wanted to turn into a toothbrush for her to brush, but her mother firmly refused.Immediately afterwards, the proposal to change towels was also rejected. The little monster had no choice but to run into the kitchen to get her mother breakfast. Seeing the milk being served in a real bottle and the bread delivered on a real plate, the monster mother secretly breathed a sigh of relief and began to eat with confidence.Hey, she was really worried just now that the little monster would use his hands to turn into a cup, a plate or something, and "bring" breakfast over.

After drinking the last sip of milk and eating the last piece of bread, the monster mother wiped her mouth, suddenly remembered something, and asked the little monster, "What kind of bread do you use?" "Of course I cut it with a knife." The little monster raised his hands, turned them back into two small silver knives, and crossed them with a ding, "Unfortunately, my knives are still not sharp enough." Oh, it's a bit blunt to cut bread!" As the little monster was talking, he suddenly noticed that the monster's mother looked like she was about to spit out the bread she had just eaten, so she hurriedly shouted: "Before I cut the bread, someone washed their hands! Really, I washed it three times! "

The little monster looked at his mother patting his chest, still not very happy, and a little bit at a loss as to what to do.He thought for a while, got into the room, and ran out again after a while. "Mom, don't be upset, I'll give you a flower!" As the little monster said, he brought a small pink and flesh-red flower to his mother. Mom sniffed and smiled: "The flowers are quite fragrant." "Of course!" the little monster said proudly, "I poured half a bottle of your favorite perfume into my palm!"