June and I dropped in quick succession from a star shaped hole in the ceiling. She picked up a piece of lunar rock in the shape of a Martian and I picked up the cat. We walked to town with the shadows of animals on the pavement before us and the shadows of people behind. The cat admired her shadow of a man in a trilby and I admired my Bengal tiger - we then all came home with the sun behind clouds. While June used the cat as a ball of wool I climbed into the hayloft to clutch at straws and work with a wild animal of a pencil - it let me scratch out pictures from raw emotion. I could hear wailing in the distance and saw a premonition of land floating above clouds. June meanwhile made a cottage pie for dinner; I admired the heart shaped windows.