The dawn light pierced the darkness, and the land woke. A magpie landed on the branch of a flowering magnolia tree by the window. It soothed its feathers, then faced the window and chirped, chirped, chirped. 

“That damned magpie again! Does it have some sort of grudge against people who are sleeping in?” Silvia was on a large bed in the room. She grabbed whatever came to hand and flung it at the window. 

Smack! A slap landed on Silvia’s buttocks. 

Silvia opened her eyes and saw Annina glaring at her. She paused, then said in surprise, “What did you hit me for? Does that damned magpie concern you?” 

Annina pointed at the bra under the window with a look of innocence on her face. “Well, you hit it if you want but use your own bra. Why did you tear mine off to throw at it?” 

Silvia looked at the bra under the window, and at Annina’s exposed snowy peaks, and abruptly understood that the thing she had grabbed and thrown was Annina’s bra. 

Only one person on this Earth could pull Annina’s bra off and not be slapped on the buttocks...