I had a dream the other night that a friend of mine had acquired three baby grizzly bears. Naturally, off I went to visit them.
They were absolutely gorgeous but I did say to her, ‘Have you thought about when they grow up into great big grizzly bears? How are you going to look after them - and more importantly - save yourself from getting ripped limb from limb by them, when they turn into grumpy teenagers?'
‘Oh, that won’t be a problem – they won’t – they’re Bonsai Bears.’
Sometimes, just sometimes, I love my dream brain.