Bill took a step forward, curiosity piquing. But as he moved closer, Daisy let out a low, warning moo. It echoed through the otherwise quiet clearing, startling him. It was a clear message for him to keep his distance. Bill was taken aback. His gentle Daisy, always welcoming, was now warning him off with an intensity he hadn’t seen before.
He looked at her confused. This wasn’t the Daisy he loved and raised. What was going on? Didn’t she recognize him? Or was there something else going on?
Her demeanor was different, her stance tense and guarded. “What’s going on sweetheart?”, Bill said with a soft voice. Trying to calm her down with a soft lullaby he used to sing at his farm. But it didn’t help. His cow wouldn’t let him come any closer…