Paidhi Boy has bad dreams

"Remember when I came in last night and told Mom that I had a bad dream?"

"No," says Mr. Cameron.

"Because you were dreaming?"

"I must have been fast asleep."

"I had a dream, I was lying by the window and I heard these footsteps come up the basement stairs, and they got louder and faster and when they came to my room they stopped."

"It was probably the cats playing."

"I thought it was a P Pal." (For some reason I've never understood, those things creep Paidhi Boy out in a major way, and have ever since he was tiny. Lately he's become sort of ambivalent about them.)

"Oh, well then," says Mr. Cameron, "you had nothing to worry about."

"It was an evil P Pal," Paidhi Boy insists. "I thought it was going to kill me."

"P Pals don't exist," Paidhi Girl points out, very sensible.

"But what if P Pals existed?" asks Paidhi Boy urgently. "What if there was an evil P Pal? What? If???"

There followed a discussion of how one would cook an evil P Pal after the cats had killed it.

Paidhi Boy has bad dreams

"Remember when I came in last night and told Mom that I had a bad dream?"

"No," says Mr. Cameron.

"Because you were dreaming?"

"I must have been fast asleep."

"I had a dream, I was lying by the window and I heard these footsteps come up the basement stairs, and they got louder and faster and when they came to my room they stopped."

"It was probably the cats playing."

"I thought it was a P Pal." (For some reason I've never understood, those things creep Paidhi Boy out in a major way, and have ever since he was tiny. Lately he's become sort of ambivalent about them.)

"Oh, well then," says Mr. Cameron, "you had nothing to worry about."

"It was an evil P Pal," Paidhi Boy insists. "I thought it was going to kill me."

"P Pals don't exist," Paidhi Girl points out, very sensible.

"But what if P Pals existed?" asks Paidhi Boy urgently. "What if there was an evil P Pal? What? If???"

There followed a discussion of how one would cook an evil P Pal after the cats had killed it.