reality
You realize now that you are coming round- because you had already
fainted from the sight of trees growing dogs, that you now realize you
did not actually swap leg bones but dreamed it. You breathe a sigh of
relief and go to pat the dogs on the trees.
'I really like dogs, you say, I want one for a pet.'
A dog replies, "I want a human for a friend, you seem ok."
"Fine," you answer, 'But you netter not talk around my mum
or she'll show you to all her friends, and nothing could be
worse.
