Ansel has been suffering from stomach distress at bedtime lately, so I resorted to a long, meandering recounting of Jack and The Beanstalk while trying to induce sleep last night.
Our version of the story seemed to be much about the cow. Milky White started out sitting in the living room on her own couch, watching daytime talk shows on television. At Archer's urging, she reappeared at the end, wearing a "Perry the Platypus" style secret agent fedora, and rescuing Jack from the nasty giant by cutting the beanstalk down with a laser.
Ansel was not much impressed with the napkin this morning. Perhaps I hallucinated the whole thing in my sleep deprived haze last night.