“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…