The cow took off, tearing through the daisies and across the yard.
Tahira opened her sleepy eyes and looked out the window at the foggy field below. “NO!” she cried, now fully awake. Maya the cow was in Mama’s daisy patch.
I must have forgotten to close the gate last night, Tahira thought as she pulled a sweatshirt over her head. Mama was planning to sell daisy bouquets at the fair next week. But Maya was eating the flowers.
Tahira hurried outside and grabbed the lead rope hanging on the porch. “Why can’t you stay in the field?” she called to Maya as she headed across the yard to the daisy patch.
Maya stood nipping tender flowers off their stems.
When I grow up, I’ll be an artist and paint pictures all day, Tahira thought. I’ll never own a cow. Too much trouble.
この記事は Highlights Champs の May 2019 版に掲載されています。
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この記事は Highlights Champs の May 2019 版に掲載されています。
7 日間の Magzter GOLD 無料トライアルを開始して、何千もの厳選されたプレミアム ストーリー、9,000 以上の雑誌や新聞にアクセスしてください。
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