muninnhuginn | So I'm not the only one worried by daemons...

or at least, their mechanics.

I've just read farahmendelsohn's description of Karen Traviss' imagining what life would really be like with daemons (must buy that book).

It reminded me of my difficulties, when I read His Dark Materials imagining how daemons might work, which was less centred on the effects on society's behaviour and more on the practical problems of having the wrong kind of daemon. (I'm sure there were rules as to what kind of creature one could end up with, but, if there were, I broke them.) Shark, anyone? or head louse? tapeworm?

At the time, I attempted (unsuccessfully) to put the ideas into something like a rap or possibly talking blues.

The line

Tough men would buy accessories for their "inner kitten" who is now embarrassingly on display.

reminded me of the exceedingly silly accompanying piece I came up with, for the cuddly man whose daemon was... Well, it went:

There's a guy on the telly by the name of Pat
Whose alter ego is a black and white cat.
Early in the morning, watch daemon and man
Picking up the post in their little red van.
"What's yours?"
We asked Postman Pat.
"What's yours?"
"Its Jess the cat."