Could it be? From afar, Bill spotted a dark form ambling up the pasture hill toward the farm. The gait, the hide, the gentle moo carried by the wind…it looked just like Daisy! Bill’s mind reeled in disbelief. After all these months could Daisy really have returned?
Bill froze in his tracks, eyes fixed on the cow in disbelief.
“It can’t be…” he uttered under his breath. He blinked hard, convinced his eyes must be playing tricks on him. But the cow remained there, real as the ground beneath his feet.