If planned: I really must do something for the villagers…they are so faithful, so simple, so charmingly dishonest…they adore me of course, and are for ever bringing me humble wheels of cheese and shiny objects discovered in the forest…they steal, of course, but in so becoming and open-handed a fashion that one really cannot help but almost love them…perhaps I will throw them a fête, or take them all on a trip to the sea-side…
Waking up from an afternoon nap and realizing it's now 7pm is like an unplanned sleep-in turned up to 11. Where am I?? What day is it??
Wake 11 when meant? You're Toad of Toad Hall, gent.
Wake 11 when not? You're Frog's Toad, poor sot.
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