Pericat has been dreaming, and quite possibly drinking, and writing. Right now, or as soon as you can, whatever you’re doing, take a break; sit yourself down all comfy, with cookies and milk or a hot toddy or whatever you feel like, and go read her daydream. You can thank me later. (It made me feel all warm and fuzzy, especially the bit about getting mud all over the man from the gummint and poking at him with a fishing pole.)