“Now,” said Gregory’s teacher, “Our next book is The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka, a Czechoslovakian writer. Originally written in German about a hundred years ago, it’s the story of a travelling salesman who one day wakes up and finds he has turned into a large insect.”
The class erupted into a cacophony of sundry tweets, whistles, chirps and trills. No fewer than three of the class stormed around the room flapping imaginary wings and buzzing their classmates.
“How absurd, what a joke,” they all said to themselves.
The next morning Gregory awoke, looked at himself in the mirror, and screamed.