Dream #1
One evening, a minotaur trampled into my room and started rummaging through my closet. I went up to him as he slipped the clothes from side to side, examining the labels and trying to pronounce the brand names with his oversized cow tongue.
He then began throwing the ones he didn't like to me, and I started to notice that they were all red.
"You know," I told him, thinking that red was very in and he was going about this all wrong. "You're only biased against red because you're half-bull."
He then began throwing the ones he didn't like to me, and I started to notice that they were all red.
"You know," I told him, thinking that red was very in and he was going about this all wrong. "You're only biased against red because you're half-bull."