Well Mama asked me again, and she sounded a little angrier this time, like if I took too long to get it out she might go for the spanking spoon, fever and curst stomach and everything, so I finally told her what happened.
“That’s all?” she said with this kinda happy sound in her voice I couldn’t figure out.
I nodded, ’cause even though moving my head made me dizzy, it was still better than using my voice too much, and I was starting to figure that my throat must be curst now too, even though I never did figure why my stomach got curst first when the food has to pass through your throat before getting there. Maybe you could explain it to us one day in science.
So Mama made me tell her the dream again, and she made me swear on the Dear Leader that nothing else bad happened in it except wh
