Reality depends a great deal upon one believing what he sees—or seeing what he believes. Either way.

Rainbows paint the sky ‘til the sun melts their colors.Swinging in the wind, whiskered cattails purr.The pigs gallop by and snort at the moon,While frogs kiss the lizards and princesses too.”

The truth is that few know the truth.

I’m not really Red Riding Hood. My name is Annabelle, but I’m pretending to be her because……well……because this is my dream and that’s what I wish to dream about.”Oh glorious day! He’d learned her name!...