SPECIAL - Through the fields

/Myrtle's Point of View/

We spent the night in our tiny abode. I wonder if Sean even slept well because I know he is not used to this setting. He slept on the wooden bench while my siblings, Papa, and I snuggled in the bed.

The roosters' cock-a-doodle-doos woke me up.

"Good morning, papa," I greeted Papa while brewing coffee. The aroma smelled so lovely.

"Good morning, Myrtle," Papa said back.

I glanced at my siblings, who were still cutely sleeping while their legs were tangled up with each other. I also glanced at Sean, but he was not at the bench.

"Where's Sean?" I asked Papa.

"Oh, he