In my dream I had the world's most useful pet hawk, Mr. Sausages. See, in my dreams, I am frequently pursued--either because I am on the lam, or I am engaged in some kind of caper gone wrong or caper gone right, or sometimes people just want to beat me up (last week it was a bunch of chicks who were in some kind of acrobatics gang, like the Lizzies but on a the trapeze. I think I did some people wrong in a previous life.
Anyway, Mr. Sausages is apparently trained to fly ahead of me and direct me as to best escape path. Quite useful in mountainous areas and canyon settings.
Anyway, Mr. Sausages is apparently trained to fly ahead of me and direct me as to best escape path. Quite useful in mountainous areas and canyon settings.
My wife can escape evil in her dreams. I always end up badly.