Nuggets of Wisdom

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Nightly Frights: The Big Toe


Scary For Kids

Am I the only one who considers the most disturbing aspect of this story to be the fact that the boy's parents consider a toe that their son dug up in the garden to be appetizing?

"Hey, Ma, I found this big hairy toe sticking out of the ground. What should we do with it?"

"Let's fix it for dinner!"


One day, a boy was digging in his garden, when he saw a big toe sticking out of the ground. He tried to pick it up, but it was stuck. It wouldn't budge, so he pulled as hard as he could and it came off in his hand. Then he heard something groan and scamper away.

The boy took the big toe into the kitchen and showed it to his mom.

“That looks nice piece of meat,” she said. “I’ll put it in the soup, and we’ll have it for dinner.”

That night, at the dinner table, the boy’s father scooped the big toe out of the soup and chopped it up into three pieces. The father, the mother and the boy each ate a piece. Then they did the dishes, and when it got dark they went to bed.

The boy fell asleep almost at once. But in the middle of the night, he was rudely awakened by a strange sound. He listened closely. It sounded like there was a voice coming from outside his window and it was calling to him.

“Where is my big toe?” it groaned.

When the boy heard that, he got very scared. But he thought, “It doesn’t know where I am. It never will find me.”

Then he heard the voice once more. Only now it was closer.

“Where is my big toe?” it groaned.

The boy pulled the blankets over his head and closed his eyes. “I’ll go to sleep,” he thought. “When I wake up it will be gone.”

But soon he heard the back door open, and again he heard the voice.

“Where is my big toe?” it groaned.

Then the boy heard footsteps move through the kitchen into the dining room, into the living room, into the front hall. They slowly climbed the stairs. Closer and closer they came. Soon they were in the upstairs hall. Now they were outside his door.

“Where is my toe?” the voice groaned.

The boy watched in horror as his bedroom door opened. Shaking with fear, he threw his bedclothes over his head and listened as the footsteps slowly moved through the dark towards his bed.

Then they stopped.

“Where is my toe?” the voice groaned. “YOU’VE GOT IT!”