1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 BOOM. (Sigh.) I, 2, 3,

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 BOOM. (Sigh.) I, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, BOOM (Ugh!) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, BOOM (ARRRGH!) Next.

Then I jumped out of a plane without a parachute, sure in my immunity from danger as Main Character. Aargh! I plunged out of control & I'm now impaled on the spikes of a Plot Twist

I lay there wondering how this happened. How can I be dying? I am the main character. Just then it hit me...this is not my story!

The main character was my alter ego, Dr. Jackal. He took possession of my body & willed my arm to grasp the flagon of potion & press it to my lips. As it trickled down his gullet

Dr. Jackal my alter ego invited a third participant to the "subjectivity" game. In the morbid confines of my interiority was myself, Dr. Jackal, and now, a third entity, the revolt

Now included Sammy the Siamese cat. Sammy spoke perfect Queen's English. Where did he learn it, I wondered. Apparently, he went to school in Oxfordshire with his Siamese siblings!

Interestingly, Sammy's Oxforshire education completely escaped mention by the press at the time. Odd, considering a litter of Siamese cats (Sammy's litter) were attending school.

Sammy's Siamese kittens had a lot of press coverage, due to the fact that a) they were attached at the hips, and b) they were studying nursing at the Mewling School of Medicine.

where it was decided that Siamese kittens attached at the hip were the ultimate in cute and that they held healing powers. Now they are sought after at nursing homes world wide.