For a human, Franz is usually quite nice, I guess. He spends a lot of time at his desk, or going between the desk and the piano. He’s a composer. He writes dots on paper to tell musicians what to play. I understand he’s quite famous. That doesn’t really matter to me.
Using Midsomer Murders as source material, I can tell you everything anyone could ever want to know about life in quaint English villages with names like Badger’s Drift.
Humans are the strangest creatures, don’t you think? Take my Mum for example. During the day, when I mostly just sleep and eat, Mum’s up. She’s writing things. She’s watching TV. She’s taking my doggy sister Fanta for a walk. She’s just constantly doing stuff when it’s sleeping time! Then at night, when it’s time to play, she and Fanta just both go to bed.
People with chronic illnesses constantly receive judgement and unsolicited medical advice. We don’t want it, and don’t need it.
Isabelle glanced out her kitchen window and dropped the plate she was drying. Either she was hallucinating, or there was a dragon in her back yard.Dragons didn’t exist, so rationally, she must have been hallucinating. Despite that obvious fact, she carefully stepped around the shards of shattered plate, and ran out to the back yard.