One's a little girl who starts to prattle. She mentions the wizard (him I know about) and then a dancing bear. . . .
The muse starts playing with it. Could be real bad news that bear. She knows, academically, that warlockry can unleash troubles at any time, but wouldn't it be nice to show it in action? And enliven a dreary journey.
I observe to the muse that the heroine can't be in the thick of it. She doesn't have the skill set.
So, says the muse, she ponders how her life is going to be a treadmill of these kinds of things. Interrupted at any time with yet another one coming down the pike.
sigh. We'll see.