It was a lovely morning in the middle of Summa and Mayor Haxe had stepped out of his mansion with a cupful of [i]schlotschic[/i], that most mysterious brew mixed from the pulverised beans of the [i]schlotch[/i] tree and the juice of the [i]hyic[/i] fruit. Together, they packed a sweet and sour punch that could wake up anyone from even the groggiest of morning moods. Some of it stuck to his snout and a rough tongue extended with a polite grunt and licked the spot clear before it could make his overdue shave all sticky. A cloven "hand" scratched at his chin and retrieved a napkin from his breast pocket to wipe away that which the tongue could not reach.

Ah, there was something special about today. Something was telling the mayor that the town was about to become just a little more lively than usual. He could feel it. It brought a porcine smile to his lips and he downed the rest of his cup. He set it on its little tea plate, retrieved his little hat, tucked his vest into a more professional shape and strolled off into town for his morning walk.

"Ah," he sighed with glee. "What a wonderful morning."