by Jane Camoleze Rene Böhmer Alarmed by the increasing evidence of sunlight, Ro-ro gave up on tickling the man´s cheek after the fourth attempt to wake him up, daring her antennae further and further into the cavity of his right ear. It was a Sunday. In one interesting exception, the man had an event to attend, and given his long-term mistrust of alarm-clocks, it was Ro-ro´s duty to make sure he was up when he had to, regardless of the calendar, so she swung her antennae left