The sky goddess weeps with joy and the rain faeries dance upon the petunias. Pansy faces smile. 'Tis a beautiful time in Fondis.
No matter the weather, the donkeys belt out a morning bray far more reliable than a rooster. The new burro boy wheezes, trying to imitate his elders. His name: Donkey Hotay. Edgar Rice Burro nudges the new fellow aside, and continues to eat the hay I offer. They eat in the shelter of the hay, not noticing the magnificence of the day.
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