Dreams of a Dog
THE CHRONICLES
Dear Chronicle,
This morning I woke up to find Giggle Sprout staring at me through his magnifying glass.
Not good.
“What are you doing?” I demanded.
“Watching your paws," said the vegetable-head.
"Why?"
"Because they’ve been flapping around like there’s no tomorrow.”
I looked at my paws.
They seemed fine to me.
He probably made that up.
He does that.
“Oh. And you were making noises too.” he stated.
Now I was scared.
“What kind of noises?”
He just smirked.
Like he knew some secret about me that even I wasn't aware of.
That rat-vegetable.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “You were just dreaming.”
Oh. That.
I’d heard that all dogs dream and figured I did too.
I just never realized I made a fool of myself while doing it.
I wondered how long he'd hold the noise thing over my head.
But what on earth could I have been dreaming about to make such a ruckus?
Chasing a squirrel? A rabbit?
Or a maybe a giant sausage?
Yeah, that must have been what it was.
The sausage thing.
Well.
This was upsetting.
There was probably charcuterie involved and I didn’t remember any of it.
So that's how dreams work.
You have all these interesting adventures while you’re asleep.
And then you wake up and don't remember a thing.
What is the point of that?
If I’m going to spend the night chasing squirrels, rabbits and giant sausages, I should at least get to remember it.
So I’ve decided to investigate.
From now on, I’m going to sleep with one eye open.
How hard can it be?
