It was a beautiful morning. The sun was barely up, when a visitor arrived in our front yard.
Come and take a seat. You must be tired from your morning jog around the neighborhood.
Can I offer you toast and hot chocolate? How about tapsilog? The tapa is not your kind, I promise.
Oh, you prefer to read the morning paper instead. I’m sorry, but the possum under my porch borrowed it.
And off she goes.