The Playful Tactics of a Loving Father
No matter what was on your agenda, whether you were kicking back, in the middle of some wild playtime, or quietly lost in the pages of a book, there was always that ever-looming chance of getting caught by Monshur Man. The second his brown, glittering eyes locked onto you, you knew you would be running for your life because if not, he'd have you in his grasp in no time. The chase was always afoot, and it didn't matter who you were, if you were his kid or not. Your little legs were no match for Dad's super-sized stride. He'd let you dash around in circles for a bit, letting you think you might just outsmart him, but it was all part of the fun.