Close to the equator, the sun rises faithfully at 5:45, and Puck is the first to sense it. He pulls open the curtains in the front-room where we sleep together, he and Tika and I. And he stands up next to my side of the bed with his warm face against mine. Now he has a new song to sing for these mornings, and he takes his good cheer from room to room. Rise and shine and give God your glory-glory! He takes it through every verse he can remember and then settles down on the couch to wait for his juice.