Young Thing

[poliphilo]

 There was a young thing in my dream. It began as a kitten then turned into a little boy. It was the runt of the litter and its siblings were mean to it. One of its sisters chased it into a dark corner. But I picked it up and cradled it because there were prophecies about it and I knew it was special. It rewarded me by saying it would memorise a passage from Romeo and Juliet.

Why Romeo and Juliet? It's far from being my favourite Shakespeare play. Perhaps it meant Mercutio's speech about Queen Mab. That seems like something a dream creature might be interested in...