| The lion goes, "Huh?
Wuzza?" It yawns and opens its eyes.
"Oh, thanks," it says. "I was having this bad dream." "What was it about?" you ask. "Antelopes," it says. "They were infesting my living room. And you know how dream-logic goes -- I had to eat them before company arrived." "What do antelopes taste like?" "Humans, only stringier." |