The Monet Story - Preface

Hello, I’m Dreaming Monet.

Huh, not sure whether that’s who I am or what I’m doing.

Let’s see, let’s see… oh well, forget about me: who’s Monet?

An old friend, you may say. Rumour has it he’s a French painter - which he may well be - but I’ve never seen him paint, nor have I heard him speak français for that matter.

Lolo showing off: as you'd expect, an ass can easily paint with its tail

Sure, even Lolo the donkey paints, I know. But Monet… he just doesn’t seem the type.

Regardless, I'm sure the gossipmongers got their story straight, so let them say what they want.

This story, on the other hand, takes the long windy road that forks at some undefined point: the real world on the left, dreamland on the right. It's not a split but rather a confluence, like that of two rivers flowing into each other in reverse. Dreams come true indeed, just as much as truths become dreams. It'll all make sense down the road (pun intended), I promise, so bear with me.

With that said, allow me to close my eyes and take a deep breath, so I can tell you how it all started; how Monet and I first met, and how our encounter changed my life forever.