There is a dog on the bed and the sky is lightening outside. The Sugarloaf Mountain is visible as a cutout profile against the steadily brightening sky, and there are a few lights showing in some of the houses in the distance. Like fallen stars with some kind of unnatural rectangular halo. No, not a halo, it is just the window fromes in the distance.
The other dog is walking around on the wooden floor making a steady clicking noise as the canine toenails hit the floor. It is wandering about, perhaps it is wondering as to whether or not this stranger on the couch is good for breakfast.
The man of the house gets up and prepares breakfast. The one dog starts to bark continuously in anticipation.
A cup of coffee in hand, look as the mountain as it slowly turns into more than just a cut out, it is now a mound on the horizon.
The sons of the house have their uniforms on for school.
Their mother explains what is to be done with the dogs in case of emergency. The dogs are given to chasing the farmer landlord's sheep.
And the father says that he will be back after ten, after his duty at the pedestrian crossing.
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