Curse of the Hallow Moon
Her shrill trill made me cover my ears.
“Calm down, featherhead, I don’t care about milk cows. I only want this girl. There is a big reward.”
I heard parchment rustle, and my heart pounded so hard I was sure he would hear. Orva loved money and I was certain I was caught.
“No, I don’t know her. All cows look the same to me… Now go away, you’re upsetting my cow.” Orva sat back down on the milking stool and finished milking. After a few moments, she shouted, “I said get out. I don’t want your smell upsetting the others… Look at that, they all ran to the far end of the field. This is your fault.” She cursed him colorfully as she led the cow outside. I listened to her shrill tones retreating whil
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