If Mary Anne and Louie are afraid there's something under their beds, it follows that the same thing happened to Grandpa as a boy--but the hair-raising tale he tells them this time, with his customary gravity, is just what they need to get rid of their fears. ""As I went up the stairs, glittery eyes stared at me through the window. . , "" Grandpa begins. ""Those were probably just fireflies,"" says Louie. And the creature under the bed--""with wild hair, no head, and a long tall""--""wasn't that,"" says Mary Anne, ""your shoes and your bathrobe and your hairbrush, just where you had left them?"" For every horror Grandpa produces, Louie and Mary Anne have an explanation. . . until, after he's fled a horde of ""scratchers and catchers, growlers and howlers"" and landed safely downstairs, he's suddenly grabbed--""WHO? WHAT?""--by his grandpa and grandma, come to offer a comforting bowl of ice cream. Where Grandpa and Louie and Mary Anne head next, you don't have to be told. A delicious way to have your fears, and efface them.