Dawn Chorus
The Dawn Chorus was performed on this occasion by Robbins, Willow Warblers, and a clutch Hermit Thrush. The light of dawn shown on Heather Anderson’s long, shiny, and purple-highlighted black hair, blue-jean overalls and t-shirt, and straw sun hat. On this cue Heather stood up.
“Not a bad morning, all in all.”
Heather then unwrapped the cut and tied fishing-line holding her two trout and one smallmouth-bass in her favorite oak tree. The thing was massive, unknown to others, and held many carved secrets. She would take this secret with her to the grave.
The porcupine watching Heather walk down the trail leading back to the house thought she looked like something a bear might enjoy malling. Heather knew she was being watched by this woodland creature, but decided to allow it to believe it was still hidden. Why pester it? Its all the more fun to observe his behavior while it isn’t being interfered with unnecessarily. At first the animal didn’t move much, but as Heather got closer to it, the animal took up an interest in the trout and bass which the weird animal was holding in its hands.
Just than Charles called out, “Hey, you aren’t gonna let Sonic Hedgehog eat our lunch are ya!”
Heather retorted under breath:
“If I don’t, knuckles and tails will just beat my ass!”
Charles: “Bahaha! How you doin’ hon? You were by that pond for quite a while. WIsh you had more to show for it?”
Heather: “Ah, but what you don’t know is the other projects I’ve been working on out here!”
Charles took a moment to really dig the fresh air as it blew on his remarkably Irish visage (Remarkable considering he was only a quarter Irish, unless the rumors about old aunt Trisdale are true. Than it becomes more like 33%). To dig the contrast of the green pines and robin’s egg sky. He then replied,
“I suppose you’ll tell me about it when you’re ready to.”
Heather: “Surly. For now I’ll just say it involves a cave and some chalk.”
Charles: “Wacky and Packy meet Leonardo Da Vinci on a playground so they can play hopscotch in Packy’s secret cave? Sounds interesting.”
Heather: “It’ll knock your socks off for…”
Just than Charles surprise tackled Heather safely into an immense ocean of leaves. Immediately the two were rolling around. At the same time they were rubbing and groping in a way that would questionably be considered PG-13. d
Heather: “You Knave! I was right in the middle of stroking my own ego when you blindsided me!”
Their energetic movements and laughter echoed those of the gray squirrels.
Thus, the two of them sank a little deeper in the leaf pile. Except “pile” isn’t quite the word. It was more like an above ground pool. Constructed with padded wood and filled with Autumn Tormalines. Eventually they settled comfortably in the woods.
Heather asked, “So our next stop on the fight against corruption is Thailand?”.
Reply, “You got it. I have interviews with the social works committee, heads of state, and an investigator name Caitlain. Her ends align nicely with mine.”
Heather, “As far as you know.”
Charles: “As far as I know.”
Charles turned to Heather,