I hope the goblins get you.

Earlier this week Hannah and I were discussing the movie Labrynth and the fact that she thought it was stupid. I did rather like it as a child but I will admit that it isn't exactly the greatest movie in the world. Anyway, Mom walked in the room right when I was saying "I hope the goblins get you", a line from the movie, and her response was, "Was that something I told you when you were little?" It wasn't, but she did threaten to sell us on a regular basis and once when we were being really, really bad she said she was leaving and walked out the door and down the road. She was just checking the mail, but it did cause us to sit around in stunned silence for a little while and never spit at the table again.

But that conversation about Labrynth got me thinking about something else from my childhood. Mom used to read aloud to us all daily. No one can bring a book to life like my mom and she read us everything from Tom Sawyer to Little House on the Prairie to The Hobbit. But there is one particular book that sticks in my mind. Neither my mom or any of us can remember the title of it, but it was about a man who goes to this rural village to study these wild animals. The thing about these animals is that if you see them, it is too late and they will kill you. So the whole time this guy sees the animals out of the corner of his eye dashing around, but he really wants to see one. At the end of the book he finally sees one and I think it kills him, but I'm not sure.

I'm not exactly sure why my mom read this book to us, but I have always wanted to find it as an adult and read it again. I've searched the web trying to find the title, but I've never had any luck. But maybe one day I will and I will probably discover that I am misremembering the whole story.