A bit gloomier than normal the puppet was too sleep dazed to notice you and with a soft coo, he closed his eyes right back up, leaning forward on two hands between his outstretched short legs, listening and drinking in the air and delightful sounds of nature around him. And as he sat, the puppet began to hum a broken melody, the lyrics fading at the end almost as if the puppet was distracted, almost slurring them through a sleepy daze *“Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me..”*