It’s a nice day in the dream. I’m sitting under the Telling Tree with the children-like Little Ones. Only five sit with me but we are having a glorious tea party with thimble size cups and postage stamp cakes.
Here’s the trick as they explained to me: “If you never empty the cup, the cup is never empty. If you never eat the last, there is always more to eat.”
They are telling me stories now. Funny ones with silly puns. Drawing on cards for visual gags. Corny jokes that hurt to understand. But what fun! What fun, indeed. (Just don’t forget they are not children.)
“Why did the typesetter use the leaden font? He heard the writer had a heavy period!”