Il était une fois une petite étoile tombée du ciel.

An odd sort of dream last night. I ended up mustering an army for a colonel on Wittenham Clumps, then disbanding them then mustering them again. No idea what war they were supposed to fight in. At some point in the night I also dreamt of a hutch with 13 rats in it, to which 5-7 mice are added they were all clambering all over the hutch.

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