I am very odd indeed

The essay was very good.  But why would anyone decide that ladybugs are a good topic for an essay contest?  And this one was blue. 

And I was sore. 

The mountains were crawling with ladybugs and then the big mountain grew legs and walked away.  Someone shot me in the hip – with a snowball I think.  

“Meow,” the ladybug said to me, “all ladybugs are boys.”  This ladybug also wore glasses.  He took the essay from my hand and began to chew on it.

The mountain returned, lumbering along the way a mountain does, and sat on my hip.  The whole mountain vibrated. 

“I bet that hurts,” the boy ladybug said.

“Yeah,” I said and then began to cry.

“Meow,” said the ladybug.  “Meow!”

I woke, laying on my side, with my 18 pound cat balancing on my hip and looking down at me with fuzzy interest and purring away.

My hip was in agony.

Stupid cat.

I am, however, beginning to worry about the Lewis Carroll aspect of these dreams.