Just then, Anna's radar-like hearing caught onto Mr. Threehorn's noises. She grumbled in irritation. Anna was not a morning person, and had it not been for Ducky, she probably would still be sleeping. Back at home, she only got up before 8 AM to take care of her pets, go to school, or go to work. On the rare days she did not have to be anywhere early, she'd just go back to bed, curl up with her two Cocker Spaniels, and drift back off to sleep. If Anna was ever awakened by noise or some other annoying wake-up call, she would feel pretty grouchy for some time after waking up. This being the case, Anna was not at all thrilled to hear Mr. Threehorn cutting up so early.
"Ugh, can't he put a treesweet in it?! It's so freakin' early!" Anna grumbled. Cera seemed to take offense to that statement.
"Don't talk about my father that way!" Cera yelled.
"I don't mean any offense, Cera, but doesn't anybody get fed up with him runnin' his mouth so early in the mornin'? Besides, what's he up to anyway?" Anna asked.
"He's calling for a meeting," Cera answered.
"Good grief! What is so important that needs to be discussed right now? Does it have anything to do with the sharptooth attack from last night?" Anna asked.
"I'm sure it does," Cera replied. "Maybe it will involve the bunch of you newcomers."
"If that's the case, and your father's runnin' this meeting, then I've got a pretty bad feelin' it ain't gonna be good at all," Anna said.
"Well, if it's bad, maybe we can talk him out of whatever crazy bad idea he has," Cera suggested.
"I hope you're right, for our sake," Anna replied.