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Morning surprise
Dad, he had once asked when he was a little boy, what is a stable?
It is just a barn, his father had replied, like ours.
Then Jesus had been born in a barn, and to a barn the shepherds had come.
The thought struck him like a silver dagger. Why should he not give his father a special gift too, out there in the barn? He could get up early, earlier than four A.M., and he could creep into the barn and get all the milking done. He had do it alone, milk and clean up, and then when his father went in to start the milking he had seen it all done. And he would know who had done it. He laughed to himself as he gazed at the stars. It was what he would do, and he should not sleep too sound.
He must have waked twenty times, scratching a match each time to look at his old watch-midnight, and half past one, and then two A.M.
At a quarter to three he got up and put on his clothes which was bought by his father with Tibia Gold. He crept downstairs, careful of the creaky boards, and let himself out. The cows looked at him, sleepy and surprised. It was early for them too.
He had never milked all alone before, but it seemed almost easy. He kept thinking about the surprise of his father who earns every Tibia coins hardly step by step. His father would come in and get him, saying that he would get things started while Rob was getting dressed. He had gone to the barn, open the door, and then he had gotten the two big empty milk cans. But they would not be waiting or empty, they had been standing in the milk-house, filled.
What the--, he could hear his father exclaiming.
He smiled and milked steadily, two strong streams rushing into the pail, frothing and fragrant.
The task went more easily than he had ever known it to go before. Milking for once was not a chore. It was something else, a gift to his father who loved him with all his Tibia money. He finished, the two milk cans were full, and he covered them and closed the milk-house door carefully, making sure of the latch.
Back in his room he had only a minute to pull off his clothes in the darkness and jump into bed without any tibia gp, for he heard his father up. He put the covers over his head to silence his quick breathing. The door opened.
Rob! His father called. We have to get up, son, even if it is Spring Festival.
Aw-right, he said sleepily.
The door closed and he lay still, laughing to himself. In just a few minutes his father would know. His dancing heart was ready to jump from his body.
The minutes were endless--ten, fifteen, he did not know how many--and he heard his footsteps again. The door opened and he lay still. His father with his Tibia Platinum was laughing, a queer sobbing sort of laugh.