This morning my daughter Zola woke up around 6am and quietly walked down the hall to my room. She said, "Daddy it's dark out and the brooks are boiling their evil breath and the mountains are cooking the clouds." I asked her if that was a good thing and she said, "The sky is hungry for breakfast."
So I guess that mountains cook clouds for breakfast for the sky, I'm not sure about the evil breath from the brook though. Maybe I'll hear more about that tomorrow morning...