Okay, then, it’s a memory, not the present. But her mind must be very fattening.
. . . what I say *is* true . . . perhaps?
You are hereby promoted from potty-bot to shit-bot.
But how did she speak with him, and how did he increase his size before meeting the other two? This cannot be an accurate memory at all. It might be figuratively correct, but no.
had she said what I say is true, I’m an adult Hishla would have immediately apologized and offered double-double chocolate cookies with four-leaved green tea in a gesture of reconciliation.
Unfortunately Anna slipped in her grammar at the exact wrong moment with grave consequences for the entire story arc.
Pesky N.E.B.s and their grammar Nazis.
Just the place for a Snark! I have said it twice:
That alone should encourage the crew.
Just the place for a Snark! I have said it thrice:
What I tell you three times is true.
— Lewis Carroll, The Hunting Of The Snark
Compulsive Grammarians yes! They ain’t Nazis and Nazis will torture and kill you even today. They ain’t grammarians. Now why do I go on. Its like saying any sort of authority can make you do things even write poorly or colloquially. Not the same. Don’t cheapen the Nazi label. Next thing you know someone will think that cyanide could be a dessert topping by the way it is treated so lightly and mundanely. Just as foolish. One of my pet peeves—I am all better now.
So that unless Anna is still in some kind of communication, we are seeing some of what she experienced in some way. Unless I am otherwise wrong that is.
Except it’s not exactly a memory – she’s wearing different clothes (pajamas?) So it’s some sort of…dream/memory?
and hey, Pewter – good thought not to weird her out about the gelatinous goop! You are just _so_ thoughtful!
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