The voice was strong and piercing, but not to Michael. The boy had been used to this kind of noise all his life, so such little things could not really disturb his peace. Especially since he liked to laze in bed for a long time on Sundays.
So he spent another hour in dreams while outside the gurgling, rumbling, growling stomach noises continued.
At noon, the boy finally crawled out of bed and yawned while stretching. While stretching, he stood on tiptoes as if he wanted to touch the ceiling with his outstretched arms. After bathing, brushing his teeth and using the toilet, he put on his home clothes and left his room.
As always, he skipped breakfast and started the day straight away with lunch.
As he took the food out of the fridge and put it on the stove to warm up, he heard a thumping sound.
The boy looked...
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