Most mornings, Hmmm wakes before anyone else.

In the soft morning light, he makes his way to the top of Windmill Hill and settles into the grass.

He sees Cluck Hollow below, still asleep, wrapped up in the soft morning mist.

Then, little by little, it begins to appear.

One by one, the places Hmmm knows by heart greet the morning.

Before long, the whole village is awake.

Hmmm brushes the dew from his knees and heads home for breakfast.