C44 Angels and Fallen Angels

In the morning, Ferre woke to the sharp sound of scissors.

Standing up from the tree branch next to the kennel, Ferre stretched his body with his hands.

Rubbing his eyes, Ferre looked towards the old man in the Tang suit who had just woken up and was grooming the garden with the gardener's scissors.

The weather was just right, the sun was shining brightly, the peanuts were chirping