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Morning hours

I’m the second child in our family. When mum is bouncing my sister on her knee and Dad and Flynn are still sleeping after night hunting, I’m free to do what I want. So, every morning I usually do some stretching, have a light breakfast, and then run away to look for adventures.

Our forest is very quiet in the early morning. I like listening to birds that wake me up and watching the sun rising in the east. I like rolling in the grass, wet in dew. I love flowers that smell so tender and sweet. I enjoy watching squirrels running busily up and down the trees and jumping from branch to branch.

I laugh with joy when I see a rainbow or a sunray, piercing the clouds and treetops. Breathing in the smell of the wet ground after a night rain makes me feel excited. I feel like yapping and hopping, and dancing at the same time!

The place I live is not far from the village, where my friends are. I run through the fields, cross a stream on the stepping stones and steal under the bushes and hedges to stay unseen… and… Voilà! I’m in the village!

Luckily, I see Rufus almost every day, and he is always glad to see me! We have so much to do and talk about!

I’m running through the forest,

I’m running through the fields.

The shining sun’s above me

I’m racing down the hills.

I’m smelling morning flowers,

I’m drinking out of streams,

I’m looking for adventures,

And have a lot of dreams!