I screamed on a date. Again.

Yesterday, my husband and I celebrated our wedding anniversary.

He invited me to take a romantic stroll in The Meadow.

I agreed, because I had no idea disaster would strike.

I wore a gauzy, green dress.

My husband said I looked beautiful.

Overcome by passion, we embraced.

He nibbled on my neck. Something else nibbled on my leg.

I looked down and realized The Meadow was full of ravenous monsters.

They mistook me for a tasty treat, because I was wearing green.

I screamed and sprinted home.

My husband returned a few minutes later, shirtless.

The Meadow’s monsters ate his green t-shirt.

Suddenly, I didn’t mind their appetite.

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