“Good morning, Morning,” Mouse greeted cheerfully from a window sill.

“Good morning, Mouse,” Morning replied, her rays gently touching the earth and sea.

“What news do you bring today?” Mouse inquired.

“I bring the warmth of the sun and a new beginning, as is my charge,” Morning answered.

“And what adventures do you plan with this new day I’ve brought?” Morning inquired.

“I believe I shall venture to the meadow's edge. There are whispers of a splendid new type of berry, sweet as summer. And a mouse must investigate such matters, mustn’t he?” Mouse declared.

“Indeed, he must,” Morning agreed, her rays now full and bright, blessing all beings and the golden fields alike.

“Then we shall meet again tomorrow,” Morning smiled. “Safe travels, dear Mouse.”

“Until tomorrow,” Mouse called back, scampering down from the sill with the vigour of a mouse on a quest. And so it was, in the tradition of mornings and mice, that Mouse set forth under the watchful eye of Morning, who smiled down upon all creatures, great and small, just so.