The colonel took the top off the coffee can & saw that there was only one little spoonful left. Fridays are different. Every other day of the week, the Colonel & his ailing wife fight a constant battle against poverty & monotony, scraping together the dregs of their savings for the food & medicine that keeps them alive. But on Fridays the postman comes
- & that sets a fleeting wave of hope rushing through the General's aging heart. For fifteen years he's watched the mail launch come into harbour, hoping he'll be handed an envelope containing the army pension promised to him all those years ago. Whilst he waits for the cheque, his hopes are pinned on his prize bird & the upcoming cockfighting season. But until then the bird
- like the Colonel & his wife
- must somehow be fed...