English: Imo was not a Tanooling who woke up at dawn. We could even say that he had trouble waking up, and although his three robin companions would start singing good morning to him when the sun was just rising, Imo would not open his eyes until the sun had risen high up into the sky. But he could tell that he was quite connected to nature, to the slow growth of the plants, to the motions of the earth. Yet that morning Imo awoke even earlier than his feathery companions. Something felt wrong, in the ground, in the air. The three robins were sleeping in his fur, and Imo got up slowly without waking them, leaving the cave where they had slept, and heading towards the edge of the forest. The sky was covered with clouds painted in unusual shades of purple and green. Imo made himself a little ball next to a sturdy-looking tree with his companions in the center. The little ones began to wake up, but they soon realized the meaning of Imo's pose and why the change of location. They felt it