The day was young, not a single shine of light from the sun, not even a bird chirping about, not yet at least. He was already out for the day while everyone else was still asleep. He was well rested with a light meal in his stomach for he didn't have much of an appetite at dawn. He always had coffee brewing so we can get a cup when we woke. The man was up in age, and you'd think he'd be slowing down by now, but oh no, not him not good ole paw. It was every day sept Sunday hed be out in the fields. Every mornin round 5 or 6 ish. No tellin what the old man does that young in the day. Just know he be doing something. Whether he be tending to the chickens or hustling in his barn. Point being the old man kept himself busy. Meanwhile in the house maw would be fast asleep, she ain't open her peepers till bout 10ish now that's late for paw still a but early for me. Maw'd like to wake up and cook the morning breakfast . That's when I'd wake up to the delicious smell of fried eggs. I'd go into the kitchen and grabbed me a plate, then sit on the couch with maw and we'd watch the morning shows. Then after I've had my breakfast, I'd slip into my britches and go outside to find paw to see what he had in store for me for the day. The number one rule on the farm. It dont matter if it's hotter than a goat's **** in a pepper patch in June or colder than a witch's **** in a brass bra I'm January I was to get my *** outside before noon or else.