The days still progressed at a leisurely pace, not yet stumbling into each other as they invariably would, tumbling forward as people grumbled their discontent at the lack of hours, at the unfairness of it all, as though time, itself, was meddlesome and mercurial in nature. . .
 
Imagine our shame, after twice destroying a squirrel’s nest in the pump house, upon learning that someone--so long ago that the word’s origin is unknown--thought enough of one to call it a drey.