Dreams of a Kitten by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

Dreams of a Kitten

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With a flourish, Don Quixote lifted Stevie onto his horse,

Rocinante. Together, they rode through the countryside,

encountering windmills that Don Quixote valiantly mistook for

giants and rescuing imaginary damsels in distress. Stevie,

perched on the horse's back, felt the thrill of the wind in his

whiskers and the joy of being part of such a noble quest.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the

landscape, Don Quixote turned to Stevie. "You have the heart of

a true knight, dear Stevie. Never let go of your dreams, for

they are the wind that guides us.

Sancho said; “Sir Rueful Countenance, your worship may as well

sleep on as much as you like, without troubling yourself about

killing any giant or restoring her kingdom to the princess; for

that is all over and settled now.”

Don Quixote replied; “I should think it was, for I have had the

most prodigious and stupendous battle with the giant that I ever

remember having had all the days of my life; and with one back

stroke; swish! I brought his head tumbling to the ground, and so

much blood gushed forth from him that it ran in rivulets over

the earth like water.”

“Like red wine, your worship had better say,” replied Sancho;

“for I would have you know, if you don’t know it, that the dead