It’s not uncommon for small children to have imaginary friends, although it can be a little unnerving at times. Maybe your child will tell you that their best friend is Mr Bobby, and you’ll overhear your little loved one whispering to the walls, or leaving out milk in a saucer, as if Mr Bobby was a cat.
Mr Bobby isn’t a cat, and nor is he imaginary, and he does drink milk, amongst other things, and he is your child’s friend and will be until that age at which the magic drains from the world like colour into black and white, and your child will forget, at which time Mr Bobby will move on somewhere else. He lives in the walls and almost certainly will cause no harm to you unless you say that one wrong thing which really, really upsets Mr Bobby and makes him come out of the walls.
It’s unfortunate, and I do apologise, but I’m afraid at the moment I can’t remember what that wrong thing is. If I do remember, I’ll be sure to let you know.
I had a number of special friends when I was young, but my home was haunted, and I have always acted like a beacon to the weird and spooky!
btw, I had to do a double take on the title of this tale, as I thought it said Mr. Blobby, and any British person knows how scary that character really is!
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