A meow and a dog

I had a dream, and although everyone dreams, I thought it was a very strange dream—at least I don't think anyone else has it.

When I just opened my eyes in a dream, I saw a man in a red cloak standing in front of me, with a bright smile on his face--it was too bright, and it stands to reason that a stranger should not treat another Strangers are so enthusiastic.

"Are you a god?" I asked, because I wanted to scare him, or rather, I wanted him to lose track of my intentions and give me the slightest advantage.But, "Oh, in a sense, yes," said the man, unfolding his cloak to reveal a big "S" on his chest, and that's when I saw the pattern of the fabric on his back. Shape, it's not a cloak at all as I thought it was, but a very crafty one, and it makes his master's shoulders look wider.

"Oh, this is such a nice cape, isn't it? My mother sewed it for me." Seeing me staring at his shoulders, the man simply pulled the dangling fabric behind him to show me.

"Yeah," I said honestly, because it's really bright and noticeable, "but why would you use this thing? What's it for?"

The man seemed to be confused by my question: "...it, it's always there, but is it useful, it's very useful, I can use it to surround a person, and then it's more convenient for him Put it in a safe place, and I can use it to bandage people. But the most obvious effect is that it makes me look a little more dignified."

I'm not at all interested in this question, but now I've got my hands on the guy, he's either a nurse (*1) or a hero, like in American comics.Otherwise, there would be that person who would wear a cloak with him?

"Well, we've wasted a lot of time. I want to ask, why am I here?" I said, sitting on a small wooden chair (it was there for no reason).

"Me, boy, me?" he said, giggling and sitting across from me in another, bigger, taller chair (that was there for no reason, too), winking at me, "I It's here to fulfill your wish."

"But I don't like it," I said. "Those grown-ups always think they can trick us, that we can't see their tricks? We can see it clearly, but if they want to find out a little bit of us , then you have to put your eyes close to the crack in the window and look carefully."

The strange man laughed again, and said, "I am not one of those grown-ups. I can grant your wishes. I never lie."

"Okay," I said, feigning reluctance, "can you get me a muffin? The one my grandmother baked."

"And what about your grandmother?"

"She passed away." I'm a little sad, but it's okay, I can hide from the big man across the way, I don't want a warm hug and a pity kiss on the forehead.

The man stopped the smile on the corner of his mouth and became serious. If I hadn't been so sad, I would have told him that he is already very dignified and doesn't need that cloak, and then asked him to give it to me— — Assuming he doesn't need that anymore, I'll trade him my marble.

"I'm sorry about that, kid," he said very, very slowly, "I can't get you that muffin either, but I can give you another kind of biscuit, I promise you, that It will be delicious."

I can't think of anything more delicious than a muffin, so I want to try it, but I can't, because of the annoying manners, but nonetheless, for the sake of me not being a kid anymore, I It should be followed properly and completely, "No, no, sir. But I thought you could describe that cookie?"

That person readily agreed, and I like this very much, because other grown-ups always have to be sticky for a while before they seem to tell me reluctantly, but in fact, if they don't tell me, I won't make it difficult They, but they want to tease us endlessly, so that we must force them to speak out.

"They were yellow when they were baked, and the cracks spread from the corners to the surroundings, which looked like a part of a spider's web. Then, when you gently pinched them, you found that they were much stronger, and you could even take a bite. Swallow them down in small bites, and the sweetness of the sugar will explode on your tongue, and you have to take another piece." The man said, with a very gentle look on his face, like being bewitched by a witch in an animation same as men.

"Stop talking about that." I said, not willing to admit that I was already immersed in the other person's description, "Tell me about something else, that cookie baker, do you like her?"

The man couldn't help laughing, and it took a while to calm down, "Actually, the person I like is the one who eats cookies."

"Is she nice to you?" I asked in a low voice. We have always been very curious about this kind of question. Although I don't want to say it, it is true.

"Oh, maybe. He's very bad-tempered and sullen, but has a beautiful soul."

After listening to him, I felt a little sympathetic to him, "How can you bear her?"

He looked at me gently, "I'm just used to him."

"Wait," I said, trying to bring the topic back to that wish, but still failed, "then you must love her very much."

The man sighed, stood up, and tried to straighten his face full of the word "helpless", but he failed just like me. In the end, he had to lift my chin and smiled at me and said: " It's best if you don't know anything. Oh well, I'll answer your question: Yes. I love him very much."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand at me, closed his cloak again, and wanted to get out from here.But I don't allow it, he hasn't fulfilled my wish yet, but how can a child talk about him?I thought so, and broke away from the dream very dissatisfied.

"Oh, that man's cape!" That's right, indeed, that man's cape is covering my belly, it's still bright red, with the same "S" on the back as the man's chest.However, as I expected, he took one of my glass balls.Well, that's exactly how the grown-ups trade, and I have to say, I'm happy with it, it's a perfect deal.

In addition, is that person so stupid that he really thought that I didn't realize that all the "her" he mentioned were "he"?

This is the wisdom of children.

The author has something to say:

(*1) The nurse here is referring to Brandon (who played Superman in "Superman Returns") in another show "Straight Friends".

This chapter is actually very illogical, and I can even see through the unscientific inside. I’m talking about why Superman appeared there, and why he did that, etc., but in the end I think that the fandom will not be like the original after all. It’s so rigorous, so I don’t like people with slightly chaotic logic, please don’t be too demanding on this chapter, this chapter is just a warm article QAQ