“All the finest things”, he said,”are best accomplished before seven, in the morning.” He took another pull from the green glass bottle. “I believe it is God’s intent that we should all bask in the bounty of his gifts.” For emphasis, he firmly set the bottle down on the plain wood table. The small terrier sat and watched, in rapt attention, as he gestured out the window with the sandwich held in his other hand. “You see that sunrise out there? Why there’s no finer sight in all the world.” The terrier gazed at the sandwich. Growing excited, he said, “You know, It’s a fine day to accomplish great works.” The terrier lunged as the huge chunk of meat slid from between it’s bread. He cursed. Then laughed. “Fine day indeed!”