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... n I walked to the pasture the next morning. No grumbling moos roused the morning air to greet me. Perhaps they were settling into the routine? Any hope I had of that was dashed as I saw my small herd.
They were lying on their sides, barely moving. I dropped the pails and broke into a brisk run, my eyes wide. I was stupid. I hadnt even thought about any other animals in earshot. If the scream had killed those birds above the field, what had it done to my cows?
I knelt and grasped ...
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