Talk:Druella/@comment-27950421-20161122004607/@comment-5426290-20161122092840

(0-0) "Who is this self-proclaimed king? This must be a dream."

I then slap myself and my vision returns to my bedroom and me on my bed. Content, I lay back down and happily drift off to sleep again. My dreams filled with weresheep jumping over the same fence back and forth to tease their herder who glares at them from a distance. "Damn rowdy kids.."