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.