Dawn at the Den

The earliest rays of morning light slip into the Den, gossamer threads brushing over the dark hues of night. Uncle Leo rolls over and tries to keep on sleeping. But the four-legged denizens pace impatiently, tails swishing, ready to eat. They have had a long wait during the hours of darkness. One of them jumps on top of Uncle Leo, pogo-stick paws jabbing and pushing. He-who-would-sleep is forced to his feet and into the kitchen. With eyelids drooping, Uncle Leo reaches for bowls and cans. He wants to think about how to use the Den to help people save money and build wealth. But, first, the beasts must be fed.