Sitting on his porch as darkness fell, Bill replayed the day’s events in his mind. He racked his brain trying to figure out what could have possibly happened, feelings of grief and frustration washing over him in waves. Exhausted both mentally and physically, he finally retreated into the house. But sleep evaded him that night, his mind troubled with visions of Daisy lost and alone somewhere in the darkness.
His worry didn’t lessen the next day. Or the day after that. He searched for Daisy from dawn till dusk. He visited the spots Daisy liked, the shady tree under which she loved to rest, the small pond where she liked to drink. But Daisy was nowhere to be found.
Refusing to give up, Bill decided to involve the whole town in his search. He made posters with Daisy’s picture and put them up all over the town. He put them up at the grocery store, at the post office, and on trees and lampposts. He asked everyone he met if they had seen Daisy, but no one had.