“Just… try throwing your voice in the direction of the slippers.”, he muttered.. “And DON ’T let the slippers fall off… No matter what…”

I looked at the window warily. “What if the slippers should happen to fall off?”

“Have you ever heard of the spontaneous combustion of the knight, Polonus Vorstius?”, the snake asked.

“Ummm.”

“Well, it wasn’t.”

Incredulously, I looked at the snake. “It breathes fire?”

“Oh come ON..”, said the snake. “You have read books about dragons. You know, fire, scales, sharp teeth.. It’s kind of hard to think there may be another kind of creature like that.”

I looked fondly back at my bed. The rumpled sheets were cold now, the welcome warmth I had left seemed a summer ago. This was turning into a really bad day…

“Ok… Let’s take a trip down the rabbit hole.”, I said, sticking my bunny slippers out the window but taking care to hide my body from view.