Sleepy Fox Hollow abwarten

wylla had conceived, bloomed, and the time had galloped quickly. mahler stayed close, plying her with rich morsels or walks once the heat of the summerdays had dissipated. 
he felt younger, more jovial in his delight; he was easy to laugh and easy to point out the beauty of the hollow in which they had made their peace.
the morning moved toward another hot hour, though there was promise of rain to come. mahler hunted along the poppyfield for chipmunks which had seen fit to burrow beneath it.