Mornings In Glory

by Soren Dreier

The Lady of the Mist had awoken, now hovering through the rolling hills, touched by the first quiet strokes of golden rays. Mister Porcupine awoke and gently called on his children: “Breakfast time! The bark is soft and moist and juicy. Smelling good. No time to straighten the Quills. Off we go, move it, move it”

They all managed, shall we say, not so much in an orderly fashion, to wiggle themselves out of the rocks and go into the meadow. Mr. Porcupine greeted the Lady of the Mist: “Nice to see you, you are being very kind to our little family.” The Lady of the Mist nodded a silent ‘you’re welcome’ as she continued her advance down toward the lakeshore.

Crossing the Meadow, they could hear a staccato humming: “I ain’t good looking and I ain’t that smart, but baby I´m a sensitive guy…” and as the sound came closer so did the singer: It was Rhino Beatle, paving his way through the dew heavy grass in not an absolutely straight line.

“You’re busy this morning,” Porcupine said.

“Yeah, gotta get home to the missus, it got late. Hung out with these frogs at the place that just opened you know, ‘Under the Ferns’, boy they just can’t stop. Heavy drinkers, just saying, that’s why they burp all the time and make it sound charming… it isn’t. Did I tell you the one: Three salamanders and a Crane walked into a bar? These three Salamanders walked into a bar, see and…”

He suddenly stopped when he realized he had to get home safe before the Ants got up. They had a strange affection for turning a beetle upside down and stinging it to death.

“Gotta, go – one thing is the Ants the other thing the wrath of the Missus, a tiny beetle can only handle so much…” And off he went like a locomotive on dizzy train tracks.

The dew-covered Bluebells got a rude awakening by the Porcupines’ brute force tanking right through them and it airlifted a quadrillion of Tinker Bell like Fairies.

“Well, not the kind of morning awakening I had in mind,” one of them laughed, “but now that we´re up let’s get to work.” They were the devas minding the Bluebells and since they shared the same toning of blue, it was a mutual rewarding relationship.

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