ABSTRACT
I woke up very early in the morning. I tend to be a lark not an owl, if that's an appropriate metaphor. Like larks, I'm certainly a morning person. However, when I stepped out of the cave, I found the kabouter already sitting outside, enjoying a cup of tea. He asked me if I had slept well. Then, he poured me a cup of tea, explaining that it had in it some of the rare wild ginseng that grew in the region. He said that it would lift my energy level.
