The sun was just beginning to peep over the horizon, staining the sky with hues of peach and rose, as he quietly sipped his steaming cup of coffee by the window, his binoculars at the ready. He had just spotted a rarity – a White-throated Sparrow flitting playfully in the dew-kissed hedge – when Nature, or perhaps an extra cup of coffee, called.
Navigating to his immaculate bathroom – a testament to the methodical order he cherished in his existence – John was taken aback. On the brink of reaching for the flush, his heartbeat skipped: “WHAT THE HECK IS THAT?!” John was a man of restraint, never one to raise his voice or resort to expletives, but this… this was entirely unprecedented.