It was a quiet morning. Jack had been awoken by the sounds of the starlings rustling in his loft. He knew this was a menace, but he felt strangely comforted by the sounds of the birds scurrying in the space above him.
Outside, the sun stood proudly in the pale blue sky. Not even hugged by a single cloud, the sun blazed in all its glory above the green pastures below.
Jack’s farmhouse was situated amongst the rolling fields of England’s Garden. He had long been proud of being able to live breathing the cleanest of air, away from the hustle and bustle of the Big City.
In the fields surrounding the farmhouse, Lambs bleated, taking their first steps with their brothers and sisters, suckling with their mothers and growing stronger by the second. In the Hen house, Chicks squawk, with the cracking of their egg shell haven as they burst into the world, ready to start their life.
This reassured Jack, although it had been a long time since he had seen any of this, what with the accident taking away his sight. ‘Who needs two eyes?’ thought Jack. ‘It’s only a number’.
Outside, the sun stood proudly in the pale blue sky. Not even hugged by a single cloud, the sun blazed in all its glory above the green pastures below.
Jack’s farmhouse was situated amongst the rolling fields of England’s Garden. He had long been proud of being able to live breathing the cleanest of air, away from the hustle and bustle of the Big City.
In the fields surrounding the farmhouse, Lambs bleated, taking their first steps with their brothers and sisters, suckling with their mothers and growing stronger by the second. In the Hen house, Chicks squawk, with the cracking of their egg shell haven as they burst into the world, ready to start their life.
This reassured Jack, although it had been a long time since he had seen any of this, what with the accident taking away his sight. ‘Who needs two eyes?’ thought Jack. ‘It’s only a number’.
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