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Cottage At Night
“Good morning to you,” Mouse murmured, just for us, peering out with her bright, curious eyes. “Do you hear how the rain patters on the leaves outside, like a gentle lullaby? The trees are sleeping, and the earth is dreaming, and somewhere out there, the streams are singing to themselves in the dark.” As she listened, a song reached her ears—the first stirrings of the morning birds. Out beyond the cottage, hidden in the cool shadows of the trees, the robins and sparrows were beginning their…
