The following morning, there was the smell of boiling stew, kitchen packed as usual, with the same random crew, All through hostel, there wasn´t a squeak, or even a single sound, except for a black cat, moving all around, It was an unsual morning, inside the kitchen, stomachs were growling. Downstairs in the basement, there was strange and smelly creature, from an alternate universe, others couldn´t understand it either, Next on the list, there was a passing nightingale, strutting its tail, it seemed to have something to unveil. Sometimes at nights, close by a tree, there was a hooting owl, others loved its company, because it was always proud. Come back tomorrow, as I reveal the rest, and give you story, better in depth.
