Soldiers Under My Bed

Bang! Bang! Bang!
I woke up with a start. What was that noise? I lay very still. My ears were open wide.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“What is that noise?” I asked myself.
“It is the soldiers under your bed. They play war at night,” said my teddy bear.
I sat up in bed. “Are you talking to me, Mr. Teddy Bear?”
“I am. Look under your bed. The soldiers fight at night. Didn’t you hear them before?”
“No. I was sleeping at night.”
“Look and see,” said Mr. Teddy Bear. “But do not let them see you!”

I put my head over the bed. The soldiers were lying on the floor. They had their guns in their hands. They were fighting and rolling. It was amazing. Their voices sounded tiny. They were shouting and yelling.

I sat up. “Mr. Teddy Bear, do they always fight at night?” I asked.
“Most of the time. They want the toy box. The team that wins gets to sleep under there.”
“Wow,” I said. “Soldiers fighting over a toy box. Who would have guessed?”