I had awakened from my slumber long before the first hint of dawn appeared.
I hadn't slept properly the night before.
The anticipation of what would happen when Napoleon's loyalty reached 100% had kept me awake through every silent hour of the night.
I knew his morning crow would fill the final 1% remaining.
After all, he loved doing it every single morning.
"My rooster. My first citizen. My alarm clock. Crow already," I muttered in anticipation.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes.
Fifteen minutes.
"Fuck!"
I stood up from my bed, walked out of the house, and sat on the Chief's doorstep with my knees drawn up, waiting.
The crow never came.
I looked up at the highest point of my humble abode and shouted, "Crow, you damn chicken!"
Napoleon didn't react.
Maybe he was still sleeping.
Soon, the sky began to lighten at its eastern edge.
First grey. Then the faintest trace of gold. And just as the morning sunlight touched the borders of my territory—
"COCK-A-DOODLE-DOOOOOO!!"
