Gemotions

John whistled as he strolled through his kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. The news? His neighbor, Mr. Henderson, was finally putting up that fence! He could practically taste the peace and quiet.

He opened his window, breathing in the crisp morning air and spotting Mr. Henderson already surveying the property. John waved, a hearty grin splitting his face. "Morning, Hank! About time, eh?" he hollered, his voice filled with amusement.

The prospect of separating himself from his neighbor's boisterous kids and barking dog was almost too good to be true. He stretched languidly, already imagining quiet evenings spent reading on his porch.