With a cheerful tune echoing in his mind, a melody from a song he had heard on the radio earlier, George stacked the bales of hay neatly in the barn corner. His back was drenched with sweat when a strange sense of unease gnawed at him.
He hadn’t heard Luna’s bark in a while. Even though Luna was a sweet and gentle dog, she was anything but quiet. Concerned by the unusual silence, he decided to take a quick walk to the pastures to check on her.