There is no night so dark, so black as night in the country. And while the people dream of daytime things, the nighttime world awakens. Owls swoop, a rabbit patters, and in the yard an apple falls -- pump! -- from the tree. Listen. Go to the window. Across the field a light glows. Who else is up so late? Who else watches and hears the sights and sounds of night in the country -- the many stirrings of silence, the many colors of the dark? Lyrical text...

The Fog Maiden sent a cat to carry two sleep- ing children off to a palace ball.

One by one the animals awake and missing the moon, try to shout it out into the nightime sky.