She was right here, picking flowers, with that cat of hers, and she disappeared. Fell down a rabbit-hole or some such.
But then I awoke and it was still a lovely sprng day. It was just a silly dream.
Grand adventures underground -- next you'll be saying I was whisked off by the Prince of Darkness
to eat pomegrante seeds and rule as his Queen. No, I was just chasing my sweet kitty and got
swept up in some erudite hare's misfortunes. And that, I am certain, was merely based on too much
chocolate cake at the picnic. Thus I fell back, or rather, continued my usual bucolic life with kith
and kin, engaging in furors and trivialities -- until it was time to fall again.