The day was wandering on towards evening, the sun leaning down to peer as far into the dream-bent cave as possible. Still this particular freehold's geological formation was such that, no matter how it tried, those eager beams cold not peer down into the innermost sanctums.

This fact did not long escape the wakening Corporal, who, having spent the better part of the day there, was feeling much more himself. Or much less himself, depending on which way you see the situation. Suffice it to say, he felt much better as he woke up to the sun in his face, its rays peeking over his shoulder and straining to reach down the cave's narrow throat.

"Open up and say 'ah,'" spoke the light to the freehold. "I'll give you a lollipop," it added.

The freehold turned its head aside like a stubborn child intent on keeping its swollen glands to itself.

Even Radar, in his infinite jocularity, was forced to utter: "Baaah!"

As he was still a lamb. The lamb stared down into the darkness, and his bleating seemed to signify that even he found the kid's tonsils in need of taking out.

Radar bleated again, and Bantelhopp and Qotenmatch turned their heads away fur the duration of their master's transformation. It's a well known fact that the Pooka grow testy if you try to watch them change.

When they turned back, Radar was standing at full height again, so to speak, in the mouth of the cave, his hand lifted over his eyes as he tries to see down into the back of the cave. Both the darkness and his lacking of his spectacles impeded him.

But there was something there. Something not quite right. Yet something that the freehold had, for one reason or another, decided to take to its bosom. A glamour-soaked anomaly. Radar wondered at it.

"Maybe we'd better go," he spoke, scooping up Bantelhopp and letting him climb into his accustomed spot, then Qotenmatch, holding the little bear between his arm and chest. The trio duly wandered away into the sunset...

Only returning three and a half minutes later when Radar remembered that he had forgotten his clothing in the cave, where the dreamers of the morning past had left them for him.

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