And he drowned in the milk.
Beasts were all around him. They were standing on a pebble-strewn path in the merchant's garden.
Give it a little time. Wisely, they decided to go back to being together. There are those who name their children after Adolf Hitler. Or, would he prefer having a hideous witch during the day, but by night, a beautiful woman for him to enjoy wondrous intimate moments?
A quiet nod was enough to draw attention to the things our lack of experience prevented us from seeing. Then what?