Bill inched forward, leaves crunching under his boots. Daisy’s eyes tracked his every movement, her protective stance unwavering.
The strange noises grew louder, now interspersed with faint, high-pitched bleats. Bill’s brows furrowed in confusion. Could it be…a baby?
With a pounding heart, Bill crept close enough to peer over Daisy’s back. There, nestled against her protectively, Bill caught a glimpse of what his cow had been guarding all this time. It was an animal of some sort, but he couldn’t quite make out what it was. Something about it made him shiver.