The following morning, Jack was jolted awake by a strange sound, but it was not the same as he had heard the day before. Hastily, he made his way to the window and gazed out at the field. “You’ve got to be kidding me?!”, he shouted.
His daughters had beaten him to the eggs, and it was only four in the bloody morning! The commotion he heard was their excited chatter, filling the usually peaceful farm. His exasperated outburst echoed through the quiet house, jolting Bonnie out of her slumber. She looked at him, confused and alarmed, wondering what could have happened to rouse him from his sleep at such an ungodly hour.