The next day, before dawn, Old Smoky was already pacing impatiently in the courtyard, waiting for the sunrise.

He waited for a good half an hour before finally seeing the glow of dawn light up the eastern sky.

Today, Old Smoky had changed into a clean set of clothes, and unusually, he did not carry his pipe with him. He had warned his son not to come to the backyard before noon.

In the center of the courtyard, there was a stone he had found elsewhere, as big as a hunting dog's head.