Today I was pulled inside a story.

It was a magical story but there were no goblins, no hobbits, no polar bears. There was, however, a panda bear. A panda bear who discovered his taste for life and proceeded to eat everything in the whole world.

After he had eaten everything in the world, he found a woman and fell in love. That woman was me. He held my hand and spoke quietly - only I heard what he said.

After the story had finished I was safely returned to the world while most of the audience wandered away. Someone who lingered said "You were such a good lover for Max."

Such an unexpected, magical adventure for a Monday.

The Great Wall of Books