When I was younger I'd imagine these little creatures were sitting at the foot of my bed.
And they were always getting ready to nibble off my toes if I ran out of tales.
This is what they sort of looked like:
How do you like it? I'm thinking of it as a children's poem. Please let me know what you think!
I want to add more to this...It will come to me eventually, I suppose
I hate when everything goes wrong.