And When the Cow Go Out page 3

“That is a flower!” laughed the Red-winged Blackbird who swooped by. “Silly little cows who never get out of the barn.”   And she flew off again gathering more grass and dandelion fluff to line her nest.

Being in the pasture was fun, and the dance and kicked up their heels, tasting the grasses and plants along their way.

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