Capybara Rescue

I just dreamed that I came home for lunch and found my brother Ryan sitting in an armchair, watching three capybaras napping on a greasy blanket on the couch.

I say to him, "There seem to be three capybaras on the couch." He says, "I know." I say, "Why are there three capybaras on the couch?" He says, "I saw an ad that (name of community) Capybara Rescue was having a fostering program and I thought it sounded great." I said, "Sure it'll be great, until the living room starts to smell like an Iowa feed lot." Then I woke up mad at my brother.

The truly daft part about this dream is that I don't actually have an armchair.

Now to see if I can get back to sleep again. ...

Art: Photo by Karoly Lorentey, licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic license.