the original monster

Ben's monster

Ben, Here is somewhat the monster I envisioned when I read your description.  Please excuse my lack of artistic talent.
Carla

Monster Blogging

  Her small, trembling hand finally reached the closet doorknob. Odd shadows scampering around, muffled, crackling growls, and misplaced trinkets in her room had led her to this dreadful fate. In a single fluid motion she threw on the closet lights and flung the door wide open. Awash in the newly lit alcove sat the object of her fear: silver dollar-sized bug eyes blinked in shock as the young girl suddenly, and to her own surprise, let out a small giggle. Before her was no gruesome monster of the depths of earth, come to gobble her up. In fact at first glimpse, she wondered what small bits of table scraps it would want to feast on.
   The creature stood no more than knee-high.  Duck-like feet, the color of a heavily creamed coffee stuck out, almost comically from under its furry, brown, egg-shaped body. It was shaggy, like a stray dog. Not one solid color but mis-placed tan and lighter-brown stripes running this direction and that across the oddity. Its perfectly spherical head sat slightly cocked atop the smallest point of the creature’s oval frame. Above its bulging, nervous and darting eyes were what one could only assume to be bushy black eyebrows. These overshadowed most of its face, including its round knotty, nose and worn-down, blunt bucked teeth protruding from its thickly-lipped mouth.
   While the profundity of this beast was enough to take the breath of even the most seasoned scientist, the little girl laughed once again: this time at the creature’s peculiar arms - or rather what was at the end of those scrawny, hairless limbs. They certainly weren’t hands, but they weren’t exactly feet. They held almost the precise dimensions of her 2 year old sister’s feet but in place of a pinkie toe was a phalange the size and shape of the pinkie on her father’s hand. And only after it abruptly gripped one of the clothing rails above its head did she notice that in the place of a big toe was, in fact, an adult-sized opposable thumb.
   The girl was startled out of her laughing as the curiosity attempted to swing from the bar which it gripped. She stumbled backwards as the hanger it had just trusted its weight with snapped sending it plummeting to the floor. It let out a small gravely groan as several stuffed animals followed suit, landing squarely on its head. “Is it alright?” she thought with trepidation. Confronting her newly resided fear, she gingerly lifted a pink rabbit, exposing the brown, rumpled fur.