It’s 5 AM, and the evil overlord is chanting next to my
ear. I reach over and pick up the
phone and ask it to wait 5 more minutes. Dog collars jingle. “Fi…mints…guys”
comes out of my mouth in the most audible voice I can find. Too late. I feel a
rush of wind as a long black tail whips my face. More jingling.
I open one eye. The black tail rises from the foot of the bed, but it
appears to be completely detached from any form. At the corner of the bed, sits the little wrestler. Wide
brown eyes, determined expression, chin slightly raised. He is willing me to rise. I close the eye. “hoawumph” I open the
eye, as if I am looking for the source of the strange muffled sound, but I know
where it came from. The little
wrestler’s lips are trembling. I
close the eye. “HOAWumph” More jingles.
I open the eye. Behind the
little wrestler stands a furry wolf-like creater,a nd the black tail is curled
high and is now attached to a long black body and head with a long brown
snout. All eyes are on me. I close the eye. “HOAWUMPH!” followed by the sound of
tiny galloping horses, which in a flash, seem to have jumped on top of me. My face is getting a bath and I am now
awake and giggling.
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