The Horns of Simon

This morning my four-year-old son and I were watching lizbee's latest Old Skool Doctor Who vid, which celebrates the dubious charms of "The Horns of Nimon" (with bonus pants-ripping action!). Simon is a sensitive little soul and easily frightened by monsters as a rule, but as soon as he saw his first Nimon he fell in love. "I like that guy!" he chirped. "I'm him! Mommy, can I have some paper and a pen?"

A couple of minutes later he proudly presented this, ( his very first piece of fanart )

As I said in the comments of Liz's post, I think this proves that the Nimon pretty much fail at scariness.

*winces*

“The scratches on your back, tear for tear, throb for throb, blood for blood, were equal to the stripes laid on the back of your stepmother’s slave because of the drugged sleep you cast upon her. You needed to know what it felt like.” (Aslan to Aravis, in C.S. Lewis's The Horse and His Boy).

All I can say is that this quote is feeling uncomfortably pertinent right now.