“If it is non-fiction you wish to waste precious ink on, Mr. Charles, I suggest you try the Effingham Herald. Here we write of what only dreams can imagine.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Do you understand that, Mr. Charles? Do you understand that we take the dreams of children and let them breathe? We take the dragons of their imaginations and put fire in their bellies. We give the gargoyles of the night and give them wings. Are you up to this task, Mr. Charles? Can you make animals speak in tongues and give the sky all the emotions of the mortals?”

“Yes, Ms. Mayberry.”

“Very well. Then let us begin."