“But then I thought that I could go one better. I could write my own story of how some facet of life came to be, in the style of one of Kipling’s classic fables. Naturally, I chose how the Pterodactyl got the silent P in his name as the subject for my story.”
“I think it worked!” he said. And then he melted.
“This is MY dream.” said the man. “I don’t have to be afraid of you, creeping creature dwelling in my own private kingdom. If I close my eyes, you disappear, forgotten, fallen. This world begins and ends with me!”
“The realisation that I am a figment of your imagination has so far had surprisingly little impact on my life.”