Those look like quite exciting stories you’re telling, Buggs. I really hope those whispers didn’t translate to those dreams where you’re trying to run away, except your legs weigh a ton and the bad guys start to catch up, and then you can’t scream because your voice has gone, and for some reason none of your punches connect, your fingernails aren’t long enough to hurt as you drag them down the bad guys’ faces, and you’re about to smother under the weight of your own terror …

… I really hope you’re whispering stories about kittens and puppies and baby sheeps and stoats and things like that.

Please?