I have moved to a new town. The town of Historic Smithville. There are shops across the street, ducks, geese, chickens and roosters that walk all around town. Sometimes the geese families cross the street and stop traffic but that's all part of the charm in this town.I thought, how nice; good times.
My first night was of course, a little scary, being alone for the first time in a strange place and having moved all day I was really tired. I didn't have to work the next day so I was able to sleep in, or so I thought. One of the roosters decided to welcome me to the neighborhood by cackling at 7:10 am in the morning right outside my window.
He knew what he was doing. The next morning again at 7:10 am he did the same thing. Two mornings in a row the damn rooster woke me up. So I thought, I'm going to get him, since I have to get up early anyway for work, I'll set my alarm for 6:30 am and get up BEFORE he starts his morning ritual. Well to my surprise he started his thing at 6:25 am. DAMN ROOSTER got me again. The day after I didn't have to get up early (being in retail does that to you) so I didn't have to set my alarm and once again that rooster did his thing, this time at around 8:30 am. He obviously doesn't know how to tell time being so sporadic. The fifth morning he let me sleep in and went to the other part of the community and did his cock-a-doodling somewhere else. After a while it doesn't bother me as much as it did when I first arrived here. Maybe I'm getting used to it, maybe he wakes me up and I could fall right back to sleep or maybe my initiation into the neighborhood is finally over and he will do the same thing to the next new resident of this town.Everyone is so friendly here and I'm glad to be a part of this community.
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