He trudged through the fields, calling out Luna’s name. He checked every nook and cranny of the farm, hoping to find Luna hiding somewhere. But as the moon rose high in the sky, there was still no sign of her.
Sitting on the porch as darkness fell, George replayed the day’s events in his mind, racking his brain to figure out what could have happened. Feelings of loss, grief, and frustration washed over him. Exhausted and desolate, he retired to his room for the night. But sleep evaded him as he tossed and turned, thinking about Luna lost and alone somewhere in the dark.