Ramona was stationed at the top of the stairs, sporting a fierce look.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I'm guarding," she said.
"Ooooh," I nodded. "Against what?"
"You never know!" she said, most seriously.
"That's true," I agreed, "but I know this for sure: nothing bad can come up those stairs while you're guarding them. You would scare it away in an instant."
She nodded, satisfied.
I peeked down the stairs. "What do you think it is?" I asked. "Is it some kind of monster?"
She leaned in, her face close to mine. "No," she pronounced. "It's expired cheese."