Parent Island: The Red Devil
From adventures in new parenting:
It has become apparent that while the Little Lord is supreme ruler here on Parent Island (some might further qualify his title as tyrant, dictator, or perhaps even mad cult leader), he is not viewed as an actual deity. A demi-god, maybe, to the elder grand-islanders.
But no, there is an island mythology unto itself, with holy figures and spirits to which even the Little Lord is beholden.
Some are benign. There is the train. There is the mouse, high-pitched god of numbers up to ten and basic geometric shapes. There is the book of the brown bear, and of the monkey gods drumming on drums.
And then, there is the red devil.
It is not known exactly how or when this particular spirit appeared (the islanders claim from a crack appearing in the ground one day, having escaped from the lowest depths of Hell). However it is, the Little Lord stands utterly transfixed whenever the red devil appears, laughing and speaking of itself in the third person. Then, whenever not visible, the Little Lord will demand—vehemently and without rest—another audience with this trickster spirit.
As much as the Little Lord remains enraptured, it is clear how much the islanders hate this red devil. They are the ones forced to summon it, and hear its endless prattling, the same absurd sermon on the care and feeding of dinosaurs. There is no refuge for them, from the red devil’s laughter ringing across the island.
The islanders would abduct and forever exile this devil, if they could. They would find a way to feed it to the devil that eats only cookies. They would make a rug of its fuzzy red pelt. They would drive it back into the crack in the ground.
If they only could.