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10/25/2004: "Mrs. Fibbitson's Dream"

Mrs. Fibbitson dreamt a dream. She was in her basement -- the ceiling is of planks laid across the space beneath the first floor, and some of the planks are missing to accommodate electrical and other construction work -- she was in her basement, I say, and looked up at one of those gaps in it, and some fishes came a-tumbling out. She turned around to warn her husband that fish in the ceiling were likely to attract some highly undesirable BEARS when, sure enough, she spotted one in the corner! She sat bolt upright in brd, so frightened by this horrid apparition. His semi-conscious assurances were little comfort to her, and in the morning she found the outside door to the basemet open. An invitation to BEARS, who, finding, no fish, would no doubt be even meaner for the disappointment.