There is a topic that writers don't like to talk about. Namely, where do ideas and stories come from? Usually they either deny that they are simply inventing everything themselves, or they begin to nod about some kind of inspiration coming from above. But the truth is that not a single writer writes anything himself. There are completely different creatures working here. For example, some of the books were dictated to me by a creepy guy in a yellow mask, some were purred by a kitten with a gold chain around his neck, and the stories included in this collection were written by a little green goblin who lives in my right shoe. He often comes up with something like this - and I listen carefully and write it down. I also have a goblin living in my left shoe, but I don’t listen to him. He talks such nonsense...