wild books in flight

[artekka]

I had a dream last night that I was going out into the fields to watch the huge flocks of starlings fly over. I was up on top of a small ridge, and the flocks were flying really low, and I was afraid that they were going to run into me. But then, one of the birds dropped down out of formation, like it was wounded or something. By this point two strangers were with me, a woman and her daughter, and we went to check out this bird. Well, it wasn't a bird after all, but a book. I think it might have been a Bible. It was small and had black leather binding. We wanted to figure out where it was injured, but because it was wild, we were afraid it would bite or something. But it wasn't growling, so we examined it. It turned out the pages were coming out of the binding, but we could tell it could be fixed. Only we would have to take it home to fix it. And we were trying to decide whether it would be ethical to take home a wild animal in order to fix it up. But it still didn't seem to mind being handled, so I decided to take it home, and I tucked it under my arm. I showed it to a couple of people on my way to the airport (long story) and eventually I realized that there were some scraps of paper tucked into it like bookmarks. I took a couple out and looked at them, and I realized that they were in my mom's and my handwriting. It turned out that the book had once belonged to us, and we must have given it to a booksale or something. Anyway, it wasn't a wild book after all, but a domesticated one, so I felt better about taking it home, and when we came back to the house and it recognized its old home and family it made happy yipping noises and started purring.

My mom says this would make a great children's story, with beautiful illustrations of books flying. I think I would have to put a note at the end that says that no books are wild; that all books are domesticated books that deserve a loving home and good treatment.