There he was, on another cold morning, with his fingers interlacing the broom ha

There he was, on another cold morning, with his fingers interlacing the broom handle, sweeping up the crumbs and other dirt that was in front of his door. The cat meowed loudly while imprisoned, the traffic emitted a deafening sound, The rooster... also caged, announced another morning with its precious song. Por fim, even though he was downcast, the man cleaned up all the dirt that was in front of his house. He curled up. Another day done!