The dinnerbeast

 You go get us something to eat, Harold. I'm going to knit a shawl for my poor old auntie.

 Go get some fresh meat, she says. Yeah, sure. Always the same thing. Well, perhaps I'll find something.

 I sure hope Harold comes back soon with some tasty dinner for us!

There's something lively!

Er, look at those claws. And those sharp teeth. And that way of pouncing. Too scary for me.

Tum te tum te tum.

 AHA! A mountain of steak!

 En garde, dinnerbeast!

 Tum te tum te tum. Where's Harold? I'm coming over quite peckish.

 Arrr!!!

Arrr!!!

 Where is that boy?

 arrr...

arrr....

it's just too fluffy.

Hey Marguerite! It's dinnertime!

Finally!

 Ummm, what sort of bloody beast is this, Harold?

It's a potato.

A potato?

A potato.

I found it in the back of the fridge.

Well, it does look sort of beastly.

It fought valiantly, but I subdued it. Let's eat!