Dawn

The rooster began crowing to beat hell at 5:00 a.m. It was the first sound that Tom heard.

Half asleep he thought, “If you wake my old man again, you stupid chicken.”

The “stupid chicken” crowed a second time, louder.

The third sound Tom heard came from his father’s shotgun.

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