Days turned into weeks, and there was still no sign of Daisy. The whole town was filled with posters of Daisy, a constant reminder of her absence. But despite the increasing odds, Bill held on to hope. He kept on searching, kept on calling out Daisy’s name, praying each day for her safe return.
But as time wore on, his hopes dimmed. His heart sank lower with each passing day that brought no signs of Daisy’s return.
As the summer days continued, the weather remained indifferent to Bill’s turmoil. Nature carried on with its usual rhythms, oblivious to his grief. It became increasingly difficult for Bill to find motivation to take care of his farm. Every time he caught sight of the empty pasture, it triggered a fresh wave of anguish. During his breaks, he would often find himself lingering in the south pasture, almost expecting Daisy to reappear from behind a hill, as if nothing had ever happened.
But the pasture remained empty…