At Windows, on RooftopsThe girl had been pouring her heart out to the cat for a week when her mother found out."Don't touch that useless beast, it has fleas!""No, he doesn't! And he's not useless, he'll find Daddy, he said!"Her mother sighed. "Your Daddy is gone and won't come back, no matter how much you wish it. And cats can't understand what you say, let alone talk."The girl took refuge in sullen silence, and her mother shooed the cat out of the window.The small ginger tom met up with a bigger grey cat who had been waiting nearby. Instead of a greeting, he said, "My, humans are so silly. She didn't even think to ask me if I could talk.""The girl believing your promises isn't exactly clever, either.""Well, no." He stretched. "I have better things to do than chasing some guy. Nothing, for example."
Dreaming the World BetterThe angels had been standing guard forever, or so I thought before I knew what a sculptor was. As far as I was concerned, they were not algae-encrusted pieces of hewn stone, but magical protectors, making sure the dead rested well, and the living did not get hurt in dreams. I do not know where that idea came from.By the time vandals smashed one of the pair, I knew better.And yet, looking at the shards, I had another idea out of the blue. It woke up. It left the broken pieces, like an eggshell, and flew home.
An Awkward JobThe dragonslayer peered around warily. He sat on rough stone, and his spear leaned near the entrance of the cavern, out of reach. He had come across dragons that did not take him seriously before, just to cut right through their contempt, but this one's entirely different tone had triggered instincts too deeply rooted to ignore."Don't be silly, boy. There will be no fighting here. Come have a cup of tea and a bit of a chat."He just couldn't kill anything that sounded exactly like his grandmother, even when the cookies were nearly as hard as the furniture.