“You are not paying attention!” I was frustrated. My parents were
being ridiculous.
“I don’t think they can see me,” Muncho said in a small carroty
voice. “They can’t hear me either.”
“But why?” I whispered.
“Because I am your spirit guide. Nobody can see me except you. I
am here to guide you through life’s ups and downs, lefts and rights,
tos and fros, longitudes and latitudes, and platitudes. I will help you find
your destiny and help you fulfill any prophecies that may or may not
arise in Chapter 23.”
Muncho was right. It appeared I was the only one who could see
him, and my parents were seriously unnerved. From then on I knew
that Muncho was a special friend just for me, and that maybe nobody
would ever understand that connection.
Muncho is a slim orange carrot with a leafy part on top like a green
Elvis quiff. He wears white gloves and white shoes and has a friendly
smiling face but no ears. He climbed up my neck and stood on my
head to survey my parents’ room.
My mother wanted to change the subject, so she brought out my
birthday gifts. Receiving gifts makes me happy. I unwrapped them in a
hurry, and my parents stood by and watched me warmly.
“What will it be?” Muncho whispered loudly with excitement. “A
puppy? I love puppies!”
My mother got me a remote-controlled race car, and my father got
me a Monopoly board game. He said I needed to understand how the
finance world works.
The fact that I had an invisible carrot in my life that no one else
could see or hear freaked me out and at first I didn’t know how to
react.
“You have us and your baby brother, Jordan,” Father said. “You
do not have to make up imaginary friends anymore.”
I asked Muncho so many times. “How is it that you can talk?
Trees can’t talk, so how can you talk?”
“Oh Josh,” he would reply. “I don’t know. I am just a carrot. But
we are going to have the best time in the world together.”