Hours and hours passed. The Sun had gone to sleep, and once again, The Moon was up in the sky—or at least that's what Elsa figured after counting the endless hours she had been hiding in the back of the Farmer's son's machine. She lay on her stomach, as still as she could, covered by a black tarp. Getting inside had been a challenge at first, yes, but she had figured it out.
Now she could only hope she wouldn't get caught.
How much longer would the Farmer's son stay at the house? It was late already, but he would have to leave sooner or later.
Wait ... what if he stayed for the night?
Elsa huffed in distress. He'd better not—she couldn't feel her legs already, and hunger was starting to kick in hard.
But then her hope was quickly renewed. Her ears stuck up, hearing distant footsteps crunching the dirt on the ground. Voices chattered quietly, fading in as the steps got closer and closer.
"Glad to hear that, little bro." The Farmer's son chuckled. "Now you be nice to Mom and Dad, okay?"
"I'm always nice to them," a young human spoke. "Will you bring back a Moon rock for me?"
"Hmm ... I don't think they'll let me keep one of those, but I'll try."
"Was nice havin' you, Son," the Farmer said. "Come to visit some other time."
"I will, Dad. Sorry again for taking so long."
"It's okay, really. Take care."
Footsteps circled around the machine, then the Farmer's son climbed into it, and then a metallic slam.
"Your back tires are low, Son. You better have them checked," the Farmer said.
"That's weird... I had them checked this morning."
Elsa darted her eyes from side to side, holding up her breath. The minimal noise would blow her cover.
After a moment that dragged like hours, the machine roared to life and started moving down the dirt road toward the front gate.
Elsa exhaled with relief at last.
That sure had been a close call, but she was out of the farm at last
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The Cow and The Moon: An Illustrated Story ✔Adventure
Once a week, a group of farmyard animals gathers to theorize about that huge, glowing ball in the sky humans call "The Moon." Some of them believe it's an illusion, some of them believe it's alive, and others think it's a place somewhere in the sky...