Furry Friends - Boris To The Rescue - Book 1 Read online

  Table of Contents

  Meet My Friend Boris

  Our First Meeting

  The Longest Day

  Early To Bed

  My New Best Friend

  Boris Comes to School

  Boris’ First Day at Human School

  Boris Strikes Back

  Meet My Friend Boris

  Can you imagine having a monster for a friend? Not a pretend monster, but a real one. I have to tell you it is AWESOME! This is my story of how I came to have a little red monster friend called Boris….

  My name is Bob, my friends always call me Bobby. Mom and Dad call me Bob when I’m in trouble and Mom calls me Boo Boo Bear at home. This is really annoying and embarrassing, especially when my friends are around. After all, I’m in Grade 4 now, I’m almost a teenager!

  Dad is a teacher at my school. His name is Mr. Campbell and the kids all really like him, except for Jack. Jack is a bully! Jack is not nice! And Jack gives me a hard time!

  I have a secret friend called Boris. He says I am the best friend he has ever had! He makes me laugh and he looks after me, but sometimes he gets me into some strange situations. You see, most of the time, I am the only one who can see Boris and he is a real monster.

  I think it is pretty special that nobody else can see Boris. They can smell him and hear his noises (things like farts, hiccups and burps), but they can’t hear him talking or see him. At first I told my best friends about Boris, but when they couldn’t see him, they just looked at me and laughed.

  I know you won’t think I’m strange, so I’m going to tell you all about Boris…

  Our First Meeting

  We first met last year, when I was in Grade Three.

  Every night I would have terrible dreams. Giant crabs would attack my toes with their giant claws. Little green aliens would abduct me from my bed and take me to their spaceship. Giant hairy spiders would drop from the ceiling and crawl onto my face. Scary monsters were hiding in my cupboard and would creep out at night and look at me. A huge dragon was under my bed. A witch would knock on the window and put a spell on me…turning me into a frog.

  I had the same dreams every night and after every dream I would wake-up scared and hiding under the sheets. Sometimes I would scream for help and Mom would run in and hold me until I fell asleep again.

  After school one day, Mom gave me a present. “Bobby this will help to stop your bad dreams, it is called a dream-catcher. We’ll hang it above your bed tonight and it will catch all the scary things you dream about.”

  I just looked at Mom. How would something made of wool, beads and feathers catch a giant crab or stop a witch from knocking on my window?

  “Thanks Mom, but I don’t think it will work,” I said hunching my shoulders and not looking forward to tonight.

  Mom told me it had special powers, very strong magical powers. “I’m sure it will work Boo Boo Bear (I wish she would stop calling me that), let’s just give it a try.”

  That night she tucked me into bed, read me a story and told me to ask the dream catcher to catch the scary dreams. Then she switched off the light and left me all alone.

  I closed my eyes and repeated in my head, “Dream-catcher please work, dream-catcher please work….” And soon I fell asleep.

  I heard a high-pitched creepy noise, it sounded like fingernails scraping down a blackboard. A dragon’s claw started to slide out from under my bed. It was rough, scaly and huge! It’s fingernails were scaping on the floor.

  “Oh no, please help me dream-catcher,” I cried. I looked at the catcher because I was too scared to look down and out of the dream-catcher jumped a red hairy monster.

  I jumped up in bed, the little red monster was just above my head. It had a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. I felt sure it was going to slice my head off!

  “Settle down Bobby, I’m here to help you, no need to scream…Boris to the rescue!” he said as he jumped down to the floor.

  Suddenly the bed tilted and started to lift as the dragon roared and charged towards the little red monster. Fire poured from the dragon’s mouth and nostrils. I felt for sure that the monster was toast. But the monster showed that he was tougher than a slice of bread and deflected the fire with his shield.

  “Charge!” screamed the red monster as he ran flat out with the sword pointed straight at the dragon’s snout. The dragon swished its tail and knocked the sword flying.

  The monster and the dragon wrestled on the floor, they rolled across the room and the dragon hit the wall with a thud. While the dragon was dazed, the monster picked up his sword and with one swift slice he cut the dragon’s head off.

  Then he picked up the head and threw it out the window. The rest of the body turned to smoke and blew swiftly outside.

  The little red monster was a hero. He had saved me from the dragon.

  “Did you kill the dragon?” I asked.

  The monster smiled, “No Bobby, it’s not dead I’ve just sent it back to Dream Land and it won’t ever come back again.”

  “Who, I mean, what are you?” I asked the monster.

  “My name is Boris and I just saved you from a dragon dream, you can thank me if you want…” he said with a huge smile on his face.

  “Ahh..thank you Boris, but you haven’t answered my question, what are you?” I asked again.

  “Bobby, I’m a friendly monster. I came from the dream-catcher and it is my job to look after you. So go back to sleep and never fear, Boris is here.” And with that he did a funny little dance and hopped onto the end of my bed. I pulled up the sheets and slept all night without another dream. In the morning as I woke up I saw Boris, the monster disappearing back into the dream-catcher.

  The next morning I told Mom and she wanted to know all about my monster friend. Dad looked up from his breakfast and shook his head. I don’t think Dad believes me, but Mom does.

  And that is how Boris came into my life.