Fay woke up before she was quite ready. She was muzzy and unfocused. So unfocused was she that the telephone was a huge surprise. It startled her almost out of existence.
She could not work out what the ringing was. She thought it was the doorbell, and answered the door. Then she went back to bed and turned her alarm clock off. After that she got really clever and turned the smoke detector off. When this didn’t work, she went to the stove and banged hard on the oven timer. Her hand hurt then, as well as her head. But still there was still ringing. Finally she picked up the telephone.
“Hello,” she said, spaced out and sore.
“Fay?” asked a familiar voice, “Is that you?”
“No, it is her sorcerer’s cat,” answered Fay, grumpily. It was a stupid question. And the only thing she knew at this m
