Ewald swirled about the mists of the night flicking sleep from the eyes of the innocent and unsuspecting. In his loftiness, he was scarcely noticed of the remnant. fetidness and rancor lingered from day's end. Still...sweet dreams were required.
Dark, mysterious, woods carried visions of castles, faeries and witches brew. Those unwary found themselves ingredients in the stew. The Sandman and Mr. Frost laid their cards on the table. The unicorn was safely in its stable. The Messrs. would go about their respective duties now because sleep was required.
The pixie began to drift off but found himself roused by brother wind and brother moon. Riding from one to a thousand flakes of snow...watch Mr. Frost go. The sigh is long and deep. Friend Sandman, suffer the children to rest and sleep. Peradventure, perchance...they will dream.
