It has been a custom since ancient times that people always end up somewhere, especially in literature. There were a dime a dozen of them - all stripes and colors. Where have they, poor people, gone! I would also like to get into Star Wars, but I ended up in the body of a small dragon. There is no time for literature here, I tell you. Here things are much worse, there are dangers at every step, evil cats and janitors do not let you live. If you were gaping, you gobbled it up! He clicked his mouth and went to the magician for the ingredients! Horror! What kind of heroism, dear ones, is there when you are smaller than a sparrow? Meanwhile, a pound of salt fell on my tail, and there were more than enough heroics.