Very, very early this Sunday morning. So early the sun hadn’t colored the mountains or swept the dew from the grass Ratty sat at my breakfast table.
Last night, cradled in my Brother’s arms, I was introduced to Ratty. Discarded and forlorn he had been donated to a fund-raising garage sale. He never made it to the sale table for my Brother saw him and Ratty became his.
Ratty was in need of a little first aid. Knowing my ability to sew magic coats for rabbits Brother of Mine entrusted Ratty to me. Now he was eating corn flakes. He wanted to go to the river. I insisted a good breakfast is the way to start your day, no matter how early it is.
The river was calling to Ratty. The river bank and the hopes of finding a boat. For Ratty there is nothing so wonderful as messing about in boats.
(With great admiration and sincere apologies to Kenneth Grahame for borrowing from one of my favorite books “Wind in the Willows”.