By
Craig Wilson
I’m
at a seaside resort, and I’ve just finished hanging out with some friends.
I
return to the house I’m staying, and hear the sounds of a baby crying.
I
charge into the house and the crying leads me up the building’s roof.
Once
up there, I somehow appear in a magical garden.
I
discover the crying is coming from a tiny baby squirrel.
I
approach the baby, and I’m greeted by a scantily clad fairy.
She
squeaks, “You must protect this child from the squirrel mafia!”
“Squirrel
mafia?” I repeat, and turn around to see squirrel mobsters.
Before
I can make sense out of it, my phone’s alarm wakes me up.
The
End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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