Thursday 23 March 2017

The calf

                                                            
           The calf
I was surprised. My hands were in the air I was running towards the calf. I thought why is it so tiny. Dad told me it was aborted. I could see the gars hanging from the cow. I could smell the the cleans. I could feel the slime.
Dad said, ” Bring the cow and calf to the truck”.

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