But there we are and that’s how it is.
It’s down to us to keep going.
There we are. Simple as that.
We all fall into darkness.
How strange this all is.
But right now I’m enjoying this particular something.
Maybe later we’ll do something different.
You know what I mean.
We are doing something.
Do you want to do something?
Stand still. Be quiet.
It’s rather good so far.
I do hope it’s amusing.
That does rather strike me as an admission of defeat.
You never know what people are like after dark.
But the pictures are glorious so she must not complain.
They all live happily ever after.
What happens in the end?
We have adventures, of course.
But what do you do when you’re out in the forest?
It’s a different story I’m telling.
Is that really true or are you telling a story?
I’ve been far away. I’ve been to a magical forest.
I guess that what we do now is that we go check it out.
And before that, of course, he was nothing at all.
He is a tired shape on a country lane.
If he can steady himself, he may yet survive; stranger things have happened.
It’s always straining at the reins.
But now his senses are scrambled.
Others think he is good.
He normally does know what he’s doing.
By rights he should know what he is doing.
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