Five years later...It was the beginning of the summer in Swaziland.
Churchill Junior was playing on a hot afternoon in the main yard of the manor house with his adorable puppy Chuwi.
A white caniche that had been gifted to him by his father Paddy after the old man came back with the dog from a holiday in his fatherland Great Britain.
Since then, the toddler spent his entire days with his pet and best friend Chuwi when he was not at school or in the parlor with his piano courses' teacher.
Suddenly, Churchill Junior halted his frisbee game with the animal, distracted by a long human shadow, for the sun over the sky was shining so powerfully on Mankayane.
The kid heaved his head as he picked up the plastic disc he was skimming through the air to amuse Chuwi.
He perceived the imposing physique of his genitor Paddy dressed up in a black velvet-made smoking jacket, a white shirt with an encrusted black butterfly knot, gray silk trousers, and black Florsheim shoes.
Excited to see his father, Churchill Junior hastily embraced the old man while his puppy Chuwi was rotating around their feet, for it was seeking attention too.
Paddy was back from the cornfield as it was every Wednesday since it was on this day that he strolled around the plantations to evaluate the progress of the farmers.
Though Churchill Junior was already a big boy, his father carried him and they went inside the manor house followed by Chuwi as the Mistress, Pola, looked at them from the window of the Master's room.
Right after they penetrated the house, Cathy the former youngest servant who had replaced the retired Maria as the new housekeeper came up to them and greeted the Master Mr. Paddy while gently passing her fingers through the curly hair of the youngster.
She thereupon informed them that the lunch was ready to be served and that she would arrange the table right away should they desire it.
But the owner of the domain told her to wait a little bit because they were going first upstairs in his private apartments to see the Mistress of the house Mrs. Pola.
They hence climbed the stairs and went to the Master's room where Pola was doing her hair, looking at the huge mirror on top of the cupboard on the left side.
Paddy let his son Churchill go back to the ground so he could give some affection to his puppy, for Chuwi could not stop from gluing to their legs.
The landlord then walked up to his wife who was sitting on a stool, busy making herself appear in the most majestic look she could.
Pola saw in the glass her husband advancing toward her and she combed with even more grace her magnificent and sparkling cut short hair.
The baron finally closed the gap that was separating him from the love of his life, placed his hands above her shoulders, and slightly bent to tenderly kiss her on the right cheek.
Pola was very pleased by her spouse's neverending attention. Knowing the Master of the manor was surely hungry after he visited the cornfield, she then hastened to finish quick her make-up, and together with their son Churchill Junior, they went back downstairs to have lunch.