What Now...
Sometimes bronze medals still bite.
Collette’s dreams:
Running from a monstrous bullish sort of animal, which was fighting with a donkey [I believe], and a cobra – watching from a high rocky cliff under the moon and wind with Puck.
Puck’s dream:
“I had a dream the moon fell down to earth. And I lifted it up. I ate a piece of the moon… cheese. And it didn’t taste so good.”