I couldn’t have been more than five. The television in my uncle and aunt’s small den that was sitting upon a wooden chest was much taller than I. I sank into the dark sofa in the room that was only lit by the television. My aunt, like a fairy godmother, brought treats throughout the movie…
Can you hear it? The quick notes pick up speed like a rooster in a fight with the rain. His frustration is building – doot, doot, doootdoootdooot! and his cries towards the dark clouds that are keeping the sun from rising persist – ddddooot-doot-doot-DOOT!
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