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Ion laughed, wiping ash from his forehead. "Alright, little one. I take it back. Sing all you want."

He dragged himself out of bed, but as he reached for his boots, he noticed something strange. The cuckoo didn't stop after its usual three calls. It kept going—louder, more frantic, almost like it was screaming. Cover Canta alarma (Canta cucu bata-l vina)

The air in the mountain village was thick with the scent of pine and fresh morning dew. For Ion, the sound of the wasn’t just a part of nature—it was his personal, slightly mocking alarm clock. Ion laughed, wiping ash from his forehead

High up the ridge, lightning from the dry storm the night before had ignited a patch of scrub brush near his neighbor’s barn. Because of the cuckoo’s "alarm," Ion was the first to see it. He grabbed his buckets and ran, shouting for the other villagers to wake up. Sing all you want

Every morning at five, the bird would perch on the old oak branch outside his window and belt out its repetitive song. It was the rhythm of his life, but today, Ion wasn’t in the mood. He had spent the previous night fixing a broken fence under a pale moon, and his bones felt like lead.