The Ant and Other Farm Stories: Daybreak

illustrations by jodi maas

As slowly and deliberately as the first, great yawn of the morning, life around Cunningham Farm wakes and stretches toward the new day.

An early spring storm blew across the land during the night, blowing things this way and that, bringing down new leaves and old branches. 

The crisp, moist air smells sweet (almost good enough to eat) as a million rising suns reflect in a million clinging raindrops, making everything glisten and gleam.

Warm breaths rise from the barnyard and linger briefly in the cold, damp dawn as smoke begins to drift from the kitchen chimney and another day on the little farm begins for all - for both the big and the very, very small.