Alan Zurückgeben woke from his sleep just as the new day began to break. He yawned and stretched, when something jarringly stopped his movement. He was being held down by his stem. A smile tugged on his lips. Heaving a sigh he began to pry his father's responsible fist open finger by finger. It was as if Nehmen was afraid that his son would leave while he slept. Assuring him otherwise was, for the most part, teaching a hoophead to lie.
Released from his father's grip, Alan leaned in close and whispered:
„I'm going to get breakfast. Any preferences?“
Nehmen opened one eye, murmured a negative and fell back asleep.
Alan nodded his head. The usual, then.
Quietly he tiptoed away and went about the business of procuring a healthy breakfast. He splashed clean water on his face in the Arena before plucking two mulberries and storing them in his chest compartment. On the South Plane he brandished a folding knife and cut out a loaf of bread from the Chip Butty building. He took