I know that animals dream. I remember watching Tina, our first dog, romp and bark as she chased squirrels in her sleep.
But do they daydream? Do they create fiction?
Or are people the only beings who imagine flying around with red capes billowing in the breeze behind them, lucking into extravagant fortunes, or encountering all sorts of supernatural beings?
Are we the only ones who dwell in possibility, a fairer house than prose?