Feeling a bit too full, it wasn't suitable for vigorous exercise, so Flossie Wright strolled around the playground for half an hour before running towards the Training Ground.
Just like yesterday, Flossie trained until one o'clock in the morning before running back to take a shower and sleep.
A night of peaceful sleep.
The next day at five thirty, Flossie woke up on time.
She dressed and, as always, followed her previous training regimen and went to the Training Ground to train.
Such punctuality, enthusiasm, and effort shocked the two cooks on the Grassland beside the canteen; their eyes and jaws nearly dropped to the ground.
"Aren't they on holiday?"
"Yeah, I saw Nancy Phillips going home in civilian clothes yesterday."
"Right, I'm not misremembering, am I..."
"Well then, the question is, why is Flossie up so early during her holiday?!"
"To train, of course!"
"...Damn!"
Inside the canteen, only the sound of swearing could be heard, expressing their astonishment.
