It was only after travelling far beyond the borders of Parapluie
that he felt safe enough to sleep. The sun set and fell into a deep slumber.
He dreamt of a small glowing light coming towards him.
It was a lioness, all aglow with light.
"Adore me," said the Lioness, standing above him.
" because I resemble the sun with my heat and light."
"Please," said Francis, "go away. I'd much prefer moonlight."

The Lioness circled him twice and then began to fade. She curled up beside him.
But Francis felt her getting colder and harder. She had turned into a rock.
Francis looked at the rock.
"It must have been a dream."
He felt as though he had killed her.
There were no more dreams that night.