The alluring aroma of potatoes with eggs and some pastries filled the air and displaced the usually drab morning feel around the house. Vukan tossed and turned in bed without being able to gain the rest he felt he desperately needed. Having spent the night drawing and thinking of his episode with Oliver, he had only barely returned to bed before hearing the annoying crow of the cockerel nearby his house.
"I swear to God that one of these days, I will wring that chicken's neck!" he fumed before clamping the pillows hard over his ears.
Sadly, it did nothing to halt the cockerel's endless crows before his mother decided to add to his misery.
Hammering into his door in a repetitive manner, she called out from the other side of the door, "Get yourself cleaned up and do everything you have to do for the day and make certain that you are home for dinner because your father and I have guests coming over!"
