Suddenly, Phil saw a vision in the air: his cat, Whiskers (the very same one Captain Crow was afraid of), was stuck up the tallest tree in town. And it was starting to rain. In the vision, Whiskers mewed a tiny, frightened mew .
"Aren't you scared of monsters under the bed?"
"Hello, Fearless Phil," whispered the Goblin. "I’ve been waiting for you." Fearless Phil Story Pdf
But then he remembered something his Grandma had told him: "Being brave isn't not being scared, Phil. Being brave is being scared and doing the right thing anyway."
"You’re afraid," whispered the Giggle-Goblin. "And now… I win." He began to laugh a terrible, squeaky laugh. Suddenly, Phil saw a vision in the air:
Out stepped the Giggle-Goblin. He was no bigger than a teapot, with purple fur, orange polka-dots, and a grin full of crooked, sparkly teeth. But the strangest thing was his voice—it wasn't loud or scary. It was a soft, sneaky whisper .
Finally, he reached Whiskers. "It's okay," he whispered, tucking the trembling cat inside his jacket. "I’ve got you." "Aren't you scared of monsters under the bed
That night, Phil didn’t sleep with the lights off. He slept with a small nightlight on. And he didn’t care who knew it.