Mary was coming home from a long day of work at the local library. In her favorite blue chair Sophelia lay stretched out, feet upright and her tummy exposed to the chilly night air. She tried to quietly turn the heater on. Sopehelia twitched in her sleep. Mary let out a sigh of relief. She then slowly walked towards the couch. She didn’t make it very far. Sophelia woke up suddenly…
She then began to recount her most recent dream.
“Mice were flying around. Puppets with british accents kept offering me cans of tuna. I had no clue what to do!” Sophelia began.
“Go on! This sounds so interesting.” Mary urged her on. Eager to hear the rest.
“The queen offered me a cup of milk. I had to gently tell her that cats don’t actually like human milk. She tried to tell me that it was cow milk but at I did not believe her. Why would a cow share its smelly milk?.” Sophelia continued.
Mary tried to hold in her laughter.
“Then there was fish falling from the sky but I was wearing an elf costume so i was not quick enough to get more fish.”
Mary let the laughter release.