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Dream.

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I ask Parsons where the missing children are and am told that they're at the neighbour's estate. I peer out of the of the window at the gathering dusk. 'Let's go and find them, eh?' I say. 'Certainly, sir.' As I pull on my coat Parsons appears with refreshments and a picnic in a bag, straps a large shotgun to his back and grabs a hurricane lantern. I pull on my shoes, 'Are these shoes good for the job, Parsons?' 'Probably not, sir.' We go outside and Parsons has already saddled up the wild boar and jaguar. It's ridiculous - our feet reach the ground. We shuffle off into the night, my jaguar roars convincingly.