| Now was it late or early? Either way, the sandman was keen to clock off and had tickled all the eyelids in the room shut. Slow waves of breath broke on tomorrow's invisible shores and the good ship Mind slipped anchor and set sail.
"Where to, cap'n?" the monocerotic helmsman (eyes like rubies) enquired.
"Sweven, thou sand pansy!" came the reply. "Off to Nod."
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