The following morning dawned bright and clear, as if the sky had been washed by water. In the forest, the myriad animals, after a night of madness, returned to normality.
The sound of rustling could be heard as the forest animals emerged and lined up by the water at the foot of the hill to drink. Many bore the scars of the previous night's frenzy, some missing limbs or ears.
Pandora stood quietly by the water, showing no particular reaction, even though she had been attacked by many crazed animals the night before.
In fact, the animals that now came to drink were mostly those that had not taken part in the battle on the hillock; otherwise, they would have fallen by her trunk or in Gregory's flames.
After a night of madness, all the animals behaved–even the boars, usually so prone to cutting in line, waited their turn.
