As he lay in the hospital bed, the young otter looked down at his two leg casts and sighed. 
“Don’t go up into the attic,” his parents had always told him.
“Why not?” he would ask curiously.
“There’s a monster up there who doesn’t like children,” they would always answer with finality.
Of course, such an answer only made the young boy even more curious. Kristopher the otter intended to find the monster and meet it! Maybe it would change its mind about children…or maybe he could slay it! 
After his parents went to sleep, Kris put on his hockey pads and grabbed a baseball bat to prepare for his trek into the attic. He tested his flashlight to make sure it would work. Now, what if the monster did try to hurt him? What could he use for that? Certainly his plastic wiffle ball bat would work!
Now he was ready! Kris quietly grabbed a chair and carefully pulled it over to the hallway. Using the chair, he was able to just barely reach the pull string and down came the ladder leading to the attic. He turned the flashlight on and slowly climbed up. His heart started to race. Was this really such a good idea?
After what seemed like several minutes, his head finally was able to peek inside the attic. His eyes blinked and a frown came over him. 
“This is it?” he asked out loud, dismayed at the simplicity of the space. 
Kris made his way completely inside the area and looked around. He still remembered there was a monster up there that he needed to watch out for. He picked up the plastic bat and looked around cautiously, using the flashlight to guide his way. His heart started to race again. The silence was eerie. He carefully walked across the attic, keeping his alert young eyes open. 
Suddenly, it occurred to Kris that the monster might try to sneak up on him. He quickly turned around and shined the light on what was obviously his dad’s gorilla costume from Halloween. Well, it would’ve been obvious were it not for the overactive imagination of a child. He shrieked and stumbled back, falling through the ceiling and into his parents’ bedroom!
His parents had heard sounds and were awake wondering if they had rats in the attic. When Kris came crashing through his mother screamed in panic, not yet releasing it was her son. The father jumped up and turned on the lights, quickly realizing it was Kris.
“Kristopher! What the hell?!”
The poor boy could only sob and manage to say “My legs!”
“Wendy, get the car, when need to take him to the hospital.”
And that was how Kris learned the hard way why he shouldn’t go inside the attic.