This is how the story of Mr. Munch begins (by Crystal C., middle school).

“Outta my way, people!” I yell, “Mr. Munch is coming through!”

A quiet storm of muttering and complaints reaches my ears as I push through the crowd in front of the department store. Geez, people these days were crazy in how much they wanted to block a polite monster’s way to his afternoon snack. I’m almost tempted to start zapping people to make them blue and see how they react to that. If only I could get a world where monsters were treated with respect. Wouldn’t that be a perfect world?

“Hey, Munch! What’s up?” my best rocky Sh-nap calls out, “I heard you were in town and thought, ‘Why not hang around a bit, turn people blue and purple and all that?’” He slaps me on my cloudy blue shoulder and gives me a grin.

“Well, why not?” I return with an identical grin, “But, let’s go somewhere other than this dry Phoenix home to somewhere that actually has green and blue. Please?” “Well, my snarky blue friend, what are we waiting for? Certainly not the hopefully imminent understanding of humans that we should be revered because that isn’t going to happen anytime soon,” Sh-nap chuckles. “At least, not in this century.”

“Offensive,” I hear in a low mutter. “What? Who was that?” Both Sh-nap and I whirl around in shock. “Me, duh,” a young girl greets our eyes, “I said that. It is kind of offensive. You’re just assuming we like being subsequent.” A quick sniff and a raised chin add to that statement.

To be continued…


Mr. Munch (GMS20) is part of a series of monster rocks created by students at Gregory Middle School in Naperville, IL. We invite you to visit all GMS rocks and submit your comments and feedback, it will be much appreciated.

If you have found Mr. Munch or would like to continue this story, let us know!

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