Once upon a time, there was a little boy. His name was Linus.

Little Linus loved to dream. In fact, that's all he ever did, all day and all night.

He dreams about the little things, the big things and things of all sizes under the sun.

He dreams about the food that he ate; and he dreams about the poo-poo that he made.

He dreams about the toys that he'd played; and he dreams about the friends that he'd made.

He dreams about his friends, or the ones he's about to make; and he dreams about his giraffe, oh for goodness' sake!

He dreams about stories -- of people and things -- and one of them went like this: