Have I driven my five readers away with my maudlin reminiscences?
I can’t even count how many weird Emerald-centric dreams I’ve had. Lots of them where his tail broke off. Sometimes because I pulled it, other times I’d discover the severed tail on the floor of the cage.
Other dreams involved him biting me (which he used to do in real life, too). Then there’s the one where there are lots of little Emeralds slipping through the slats of the cage.
What a relief it was to wake up and have everything be OK. Not so much looking forward to waking up from my Emerald dreams from now on…