The white-haired man hobbled out onto the front porch and stretched as he watched the sunrise. The gentle breeze was just cool enough to give him goose bumps. A golden retriever ran by yelping at the chickens wandering across the freshly mowed front lawn. A loud peacock sounded its first call of the day. Walking slowly towards the hen house, the man anxiously hoped for fresh eggs. Feeling the smooth, warm eggs in his hands made him smile and he cautiously worked his way back toward the house. Minutes later, sizzling and crackling of the eggs began. Scrambled eggs start off the new, busy day. Grandma’s kitchen f  a   l    l     i     n      g to the floor an orange escapes the juicer