Pie for Breakfast
Sunrise that morning revealed a sleepy pile of chipmunk and squirrel children, snuggled in blankets and quilts. The night before, after the feast, they had begged to be allowed to sleep outside with their friends, under the glittering stars.
As the sun rose over the trees, the adults gathered all the leftover desserts — a few slices of pumpkin pie, half of a nut pie, an entire apple pie that Raccoon had held back expressly for this occasion, and the last of the whipped cream — and carried them out to the tables still set up in the meadow from the night before.
Rabbit tapped on the cottage window and motioned for the cats to join them outside, and to please bring one of the tea canisters.
Soon, everyone was feasting on a holiday breakfast of pie and strong Scottish Breakfast tea.