The Dreams of Hannah

I wandered over to Trudee's house looking to borrow a chicken or something, and she was obviously not having a good day. She was like stomping around the house (which was HUGE) and not telling me whether she was even going to let me borrow a chicken or not. At one point she threw open the fridge and snarled and me, “Get something to eat,” and then stomped out of the house.

So I stood there a bit befuddled, and then decided to find a chicken on my own. (If she wouldn’t give it to me I’d just TAKE it.) So I wandered around looking for one but couldn’t find it. And then Canaan started suddenly appearing in a room, saying something weird and mystical and generally unhelpful in a British accent, and then disappearing. Like one time he said, “The carrot…is under…the rock!” and I think another time he said, “Don’t…put the shopping bag down…just yet!” Which always left me going, “Uh… okay… thanks? I think?”

I don’t think I ever DID find the chicken, either...

Labels: canaan, trudee