In the quiet of night, Wednesday washed over the virgin marsh, unseen by human eye and untouched by human hand.
The grass swayed in the winds. Frogs snatched flies from the air, filling their bellies. In the heat of the Wendesday afternoon, a foreign bird swooped down to pick a large fish from its school to be devoured. As the sun set, crickets welcomed the Wednesday moon.
In the quiet of night, Wednesday left the virgin marsh to make way for Thursday.