Oprah Winfrey is sitting comfortably in her favorite chair in the great hall of her mansion, reviewing the galleys of O magazine on her laptop. She is deeply engaged in the project, puzzled by the feeling that something is missing from this month's edition, but unable to resolve that feeling into something specific.

The door at the opposite end of the great hall opens quietly and one of her secretaries hurries toward her, pausing briefly to curtsy awkwardly beside Oprah's chair.

Oprah smiles, "Rachel, there's really no need to curtsy. Honestly you have to get over that. I'm just one of the girls." Oprah laughs, "But if you must, perhaps just a little lower next time."

Rachel is flustered. "Yes madam."

Oprah's face becomes more serious, but warm,"I'm joking Rachel. Do you get that honey." She looks deeply into her secretary's eyes seeking some spark of awareness. "Now what have you come to tell me?"

"There's a gentleman here to see you madam. His name is Anexplorer and he was referred by Tall Pockets, the Presidential candidate."

Oprah is surprised, "Interesting. A Presidential candidate from which country?"

"Why here, madam. The United States."

"Honestly? We have a candidate for President called Tall Pockets? You gotta love this country."

"He's from the mid west, I believe, madam. Farm Country. He doesn't own a rooster so he crows himself in the morning."

Oprah looks at her secretary as if she has lost her mind.

"Rachel, are you alright?" She asks kindly.

Rachel is quivering, but only slightly. "But he only crows after his first sip of coffee, Madam."

Oprah is becoming concerned about her secretary but decides to plunge on. "And who has this Tall Pockets referred to us?"

"He says his name is Anexplorer madam. He writes a blog and Tall Pockets wonders if we might be interested in publishing it. But madam," Oprah's secretary leans toward her, "He is dressed in buckskins and seems to have a wolf with him!"

Now Oprah is interested, thinking of the visuals. "A wolf?"

"Well a very tiny wolf madam." The secretary reflects, "A very odd looking tiny wolf."

Oprah takes her secretary's hand, "Rachel, you're sure your alright?"

"From Canada."

"Pardon."

"The wolf, and the Anexplorer gentleman. They're from Canada."

"And do they crow in the morning too, Rachel? Because they don't have a rooster."

Rachel looks flustered, wondering if this is a serious question or just some gentle teasing.

Oprah sighs. It appears her new secretary has no sense of humour. "Alright, Rachael. Show them in. This is just too odd not to have a look."

Rachel curtsies, a little lower this time, and retreats across the marble floor to the doorway at the end of the great room. She opens the door and Anexplorer enters. With his wolf.

TO BE CONTINUED