”Spot,” said Fawn. ”I had a terrible dream last night. It was just awful!”
”I had a really nice dream last night,” said Spot. ”I dreamt I was in a field of beautiful daisies. The sun was shining and the sky was blue. It was so warm, too. It was really nice!”
”Well Spot,” said Fawn. ”I am really happy for you. While I’m having real bad nightmares, you are in lawdy-dawdy land, having good dreams. It’s just not fair.”
“Oh Fawn,” said Spot. ”I am sorry.”
”Sure!” exclaimed Fawn. “If you really were sorry, you would have waken me up last night while I was dreaming.”
”Now Fawn,” said Spot. ”How can I wake you up when you’re dreaming? How am I supposed to know when you are dreaming?”
”You should just know,” said Fawn.
”You are being ridiculous,” said Spot.
That night Spot watched over Fawn. She saw him sleeping peacefully for the first hour, then she saw that he was breathing more rapidly. He started thrashing his body around his pen.
“Fawn,” said Spot, gently shaking her friend. “It’s time to wake up. You’re dreaming.”
”Thanks a lot!” exclaimed Fawn, angrily. ”I was right in the middle of eating french-fries smothered in ketchup! They were so good!”
”I’m sorry, Fawn,” said Spot. ”The way you were thrashing around in your pen, I thought for sure you were having a bad dream!”
”Actually,” said Fawn. ”I was having a bad dream. Thank you for waking me up.”
”Oh Fawn,” said Spot. ”What will I ever do with you?”