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I dreamt that I was reading some new, short story by Pratchett – and at the same time, I felt like I was a hero in the narrative.
Basically, I identified myself with some young messenger, and I had to deliver a message to Tiffany (a story about her). I spoke to her, calling the young girl "Mother Bolit" and secretly amused by this fact.
At some point, we see a huge gorilla running towards us, leaping over a small lake in one jump, clearly with not the best intentions. This thing is some kind of artificial creature that someone decided to unleash on Tiffany; it's generally wild and absorbs all the magic directed at it.
Seeing the enemy, Tiffany casts some kind of spell, and we find ourselves in some other, magical space, at a table. I mean, Tiffany, me, the gorilla, and a few other random people who appeared out of nowhere. The witch ensures that the table is constantly replenished with food, various pies, bananas, tea, and the gorilla gets distracted by eating and stops paying aggressive attention to the heroine. I thought it was a bit strange and wondered what the plan was? To make the gorilla eat too much and explode? Wouldn't it be easier to drop a rock on it or something like that, you know, like people usually deal with the inability to apply magic directly?
And then the gorilla suddenly started addressing the other participants at the table with "You," passing the sugar, and I realized that they had simply instilled good manners in it, so now it no longer poses a threat due to its exceptional politeness.
I ate a fish pie and tried to draw some kind of moral from it. I settled on the fact that the story was pretty good, funny. And the pie was good too.
Basically, I identified myself with some young messenger, and I had to deliver a message to Tiffany (a story about her). I spoke to her, calling the young girl "Mother Bolit" and secretly amused by this fact.
At some point, we see a huge gorilla running towards us, leaping over a small lake in one jump, clearly with not the best intentions. This thing is some kind of artificial creature that someone decided to unleash on Tiffany; it's generally wild and absorbs all the magic directed at it.
Seeing the enemy, Tiffany casts some kind of spell, and we find ourselves in some other, magical space, at a table. I mean, Tiffany, me, the gorilla, and a few other random people who appeared out of nowhere. The witch ensures that the table is constantly replenished with food, various pies, bananas, tea, and the gorilla gets distracted by eating and stops paying aggressive attention to the heroine. I thought it was a bit strange and wondered what the plan was? To make the gorilla eat too much and explode? Wouldn't it be easier to drop a rock on it or something like that, you know, like people usually deal with the inability to apply magic directly?
And then the gorilla suddenly started addressing the other participants at the table with "You," passing the sugar, and I realized that they had simply instilled good manners in it, so now it no longer poses a threat due to its exceptional politeness.
I ate a fish pie and tried to draw some kind of moral from it. I settled on the fact that the story was pretty good, funny. And the pie was good too.