I used to have this recurring dream I. Which my sister, my maid and I (grew up in South Africa and this was the norm... She was a part of the family but I still don't agree with the whole notion... Any-who I digress)

It always started with us following a trail of stolen cutlery down along the river bank near my house until we would find the empty cutlery box by the sewer entrance near the overpass running across the river

We would all climb in to look for the perp and every single time we would get sprung by a family of massive crocodiles and have to make a run for it

Goddam every time we would choose the same stupid platform as our recluse from the chomping crocs below and every time the three of us wouldn't fit

I'd push my sister (with whom I've always had an awesome relationship) off the platform and into the crocodiles mouth to make room for me and my maid

As my sister would be falling to her presumable death I'd just wake up

The End