To the dreamer, a dream can seem at the time eerily indistinguishable from everyday consciousness yet, in retrospect, upon waking, so self-evidently different. The fragmented narrative, the improbability of much of what happens – flying, for example, or the transmogrification of one individual suddenly into another, and so on – seem ludicrous, even embarrassing, in the cold light of day.

“M’liss” and a plain dress-suited individual (modern waiter?) proved very good skaters;[…]

Notice to hostile Injuns — Next time you massacree this settlement, bring back the pail, and don't leave the covers off the milk pans.

Some breeders will go as far as to say that if a Jack Russell is not used for field work than it's not a Jack Russell, but a misbreed that looks like a Jack Russell.