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         3:45 am: Bahm Yeager

Soft creaking wooden planks and the rustle of hay was the only sounds that could be heard that morning. The sun hasn't even came close to the mountain's peak but I was already wide awake. Soft white bread wrapped in a tattered cloth and my shoes in the other, I moved quickly, but carefully, across the field. From the corner of my eye I can see the old greyhounds alseep on the owner's pouch. Only once did they actually catch me, ripping the new pair of pants in half.
I flinch and almost let out a yelp when I heel came into contact with the sharp rock that lay on the ground. It wasn't very loud, I muffled it with the back of my hand as I slid between the sliding doors of the barn. Inside was like any other barn. Wooden, stalls with pigs, sheep, and a few chickens. Those chickens were surly annoying. Letting out clucks and poking at my bare feet, but I wouldn't dare harm one.
I think.
Moving up the stairs, I make my way to the hayloft. As usual, my fellow friends are there, the mice. They stuck their tiny black noses from bundles of hay before hopping out and squeaking, as if to greet me.
A smile hinted on my face, "Hello Coop" I say in my quietist voice to a small cooper orange mouse. I lay back onto a haybale as five mice surrounded me. They scurried around my legs and twitched their noses. Putting the clothed bread down, I pull the cloth off and the mice start their work on it. Munching and chewing away.
The sound of wings beating the air reached my ears but I ignore it, hoping that it would go away. If a dragon or those crows appear the mice will become frantic.
So I lay back, my muscles tensing than relaxing as I slow my breathing. My hair already has hay sticking in it but I ignore it as my fingers trace over the bumpy mark on my left forearm. A small mark from a dragon. It happened when I was 11, accidently pulled my friend dragon's tail and it bit down hard on me, but I guess I've learned my lesson.