Ritter's snor was loud and heavy despite the time, he was always a child at heart, and no one needed him for a long while. Sleeping calmly he is suddenly awoken by the loud screech of his roosters, there cluck of the morning breaking his dreams and having him fall to the wooden floor to a rude awakening. "such a great wake up..." he groaned as he began to move up and walk to the outside were his clothes were hung up. He then plucked them off there home and replaced those on him and went with two large wooden buckets, one with oats, the other water. Feeding the animals took little to no time for the boy and he then smiled as free time was in order. " a quick stroll couldn't hurt" he chuckled.