Another Take

I dream about tornadoes a lot. Sometimes they’re some fantastic monsters, too. But last night was the first time I came up with a false tornado, that somehow still blew out someone’s basement window. Follow that up with Raggedy Anne and Andy [not the doll version] and “angry” celery soup… who can say why. I don’t try to explain my dreams… Ever.

I spent QH meandering through strings of incredibly boring English lines. I don’t mean to complain. Maybe I’m spoiled. But when there’s no beheadings, crusades, or infamous murderous kings and snake pits, well… it’s more difficult to conjure up some interest.

“Ok, half an hour outside, Puck. You need some exercise.”

“It’s cold, Mom.”

“Play on the cube thing in the back yard.”

“But that’s spider city.”

“Naw, it’s way too cold. They’re all dead or sleeping.”

Puck returned 19 minutes later with a public announcement…

“Spiders are my friends. You remember that hole I showed you a long time ago? Don’t ‘disturv’ that hole, Mom. Don’t kill my spider friends. I need to face reality. I’m going to let those enemies, your enemies, sleep. Because your enemies are my friends, Mom. So don’t squish any!”

Somewhere around building the Great Wall of China out of his dinner cheddar, Puck selected a spinach leaf from his salad…

“Mama. You want to see something interesting? See this bump? That was where a Big Foot stepped on it. His toenail didn’t go through it because there used to be a ‘forn’ [thorn] there. He stepped on it, so I can’t eat this one.”