"It slipped through my mental fingers like greased lasagna." Jonathan
I was narrating Meg. "A small burrowing mammal..."
Meg was outraged. "I am not a burro!"
Jane the invisible mousie, it turns out, has watched the Sonic the Hedgehog show, which I didn't even know exists. I said she was very avant-garde.
This puzzled Meg. "Jane's not a guard."
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