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"You look like a monster. A big ugly one."

Her honeyed gaze narrowed sharply, lowering her head so she was more eye-level with the boy. I am a big, ugly, mean monster. She replied back in a sour tone with a sharpened gaze fixed on the child. Someone had forgot to tuck him in it seemed and she was going to teach him why children should stick close to their dens. I am Popobawa. I eat children like you for fun. There was no hiding the sinister edge in her voice. So tell me boy, who are you?

If he tried to run from her she would be quick to rectify such a mistake.