"Mom? Gwarp wants another sandwich." The little boy fidgeted nervously in the kitchen doorway. His mother continued doing dishes without even looking up. "No", she replied as she dried a plate.
Simon tapped his hand against the doorframe and looked up at the ceiling. "But mom," he whined, "Gwarp is really hungry. He ate my whole sandwich and now he wants another one." He twisted his shoe on the ground as he spoke. Linda wasn't buying it.
"Well, tell 'Gwarp' that he needs to watch what he's eating and if he had a whole sandwich then he should be full enough until dinner." Her son's imaginary friend usually didn't bother her, but she wasn't about to let him use the creature as an excuse to eat more.
"Can I have a sandwich, then? I'm hungry too." He paused before continuing. "Gwarp ate mine." In response he got an icy motherly stare. "I said 'No'. You can both wait until dinner. I know Gwarp isn't that hungry after a whole sandwich."
"But mom, he is hungry. He told me so."
"I'm sure." Linda started scrubbing the pots.
"No, mom. I mean it. He really did. I heard him and everything." She simply nodded her head in agreement, infuriating the boy. "I'm serious. I've never actually heard him before, he was just pretend. But now he's not, now he's real. I really hear his voice."
"Simon," she said with an exasperated sigh, "That's quite enough. I'm not going to give you another sandwich, that's enough food for you until dinner."
He stamped his foot. "Gwarp ate it. And Gwarp said he's still hungry. And he really said it. I really heard him. He's really real now and I can really hear his voice."
She put down the dishrag and turned to her son. "I said that's enough. It's not funny and you've carried it on too far already. You know what they do with little boys that hear voices? They take them away and lock them up. Do you want to be locked up?" Simon looked at the floor and grumpily shook his head. "Then stop telling people you're hearing voices. Someone will think you're crazy if they don't know you're only pretending."
Simon's eyes shot up and stared at her. He almost protested, but thought better of it.
"Now go outside and play. I'll call you in for dinner." He trudged out of the house. She called after him, "Maybe Gwarp can have an extra hot dog with dinner, if he behaves until then!"
He stomped out to his treehouse and climbed the ladder to confront the new and unusual creature sitting in it. He'd only imagined Gwarp before, so when a large rotund furry purple creature arrived and identified itself as Gwarp, he was quite surprised.
"Mom says no sandwiches," he timidly said who he had wished was real until recently.
"Well then," Gwarp began, exposing rows of serrated teeth, "I'll just have to show her how hungry I am."