Sun Mote Copse Gingerbread zombies

To make any use of the witty title and give a reason for the boy to wake up and not sleep for the next five or ten posts of this thread, let's say that Elfie's comfy and innocent dreamland was invaded by a pesky group of undead. They growled, they moaned and groaned and they began to chase the little boy, throwing body parts at him in hopes that they would hinder his escape. The boy's lids and muzzle twitched, his paws moved, as if running and series of growls and barks were heard, muffled by his closed lips.

This went on for five minutes or so and the boy woke up with a start. His heart was still racing and he looked around, feeling bewildered, until his eyes rested on Finley. And he smiled. From the stories he had heard of his granny's adventures, he was sure that no zombies (gingerbread or of any other kind) would dare to touch a hair on his head with her around. "Hey, Fin!" he beamed at her - it was obvious he adored her. "What's up?"