Blacktail Deer Plateau The shadows stole the sun

The pup's head cocked at Aunt Willow's reply. More likely, she would ask him later today. She would be a little older by this evening, right? In any case, Osprey Jr. did not possess the patience nor maturity to reserve the inquiry for a later date.

But she realized she would get no satisfactory answers from Blue Willow, so Junior seized upon another, more relevant topic. "Why's the sun up agin? Is it tomorrow?" she wondered, gazing up at the back-lit treetops, then down at the ground, where their shadows shifted with the once more radiant sunlight.