Winter settled over the farm, covering it in a white blanket of snow that concealed any remnants of the events from the previous summer. As Bill made his way through the barn, attending to the animals on cold mornings, his thoughts drifted to Daisy, wondering if she was warm wherever she might be. He envisioned her thriving on a distant pasture, unaware of how deeply he missed her.
As the seasons changed and life carried on, the mystery of the cow’s disappearance lingered in the depths of Bill’s mind. However, he learned to cherish the cows that remained, grateful for the joy and purpose they brought to his life. Though the absence of Daisy was still felt, the pain gradually faded with time.
That is, until one morning, 8 months later, when Bill awoke to the first whispers of spring – the gentle sound of melting ice outside his window and the warm embrace of sunlight after months of bitter cold. Stepping outside to savor the fresh air, his heart skipped a beat as he spotted something in the distance…