It’s the same old lady, hanging out the wash…
The Hound paws at my eyes, saying sleep, sleep, sleep
-You’re not supposed to be nipping at my heels during the waking hours, says I.
-Aye, but you leave such trails, I couldn’t help but follow you out of the vale.
-If I showed you the house in which I wander, would you keep me in there?
-The one with the moulding walls? With the drip drippy veils of universal fears? …With those people?
-Yes that one. Now would you keep me there or no?
-Is that a trick?
-If I said so, would you believe me?
-… All right, I’ll keep you there, but only because you want me to.
-Who ever said anything about wanting to be kept there?
-But you said -
-Yes, please guard me there. I don’t know why, but I belong to those people, and it’s the only place where I’m most awake, what with you and your pawing all day.
-… so you do want to be kept there…?
-Keep me, yes. Now leave me these sleeping hours.
