17th August 2024
If I’ve told him once I’ve told him a month of times: Do not follow the walkers. I called him back but… too late.
Splash, plop, into the water.
And now he can’t get out and his panicked bellows reverberate over the pasture.
43 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Reverberate
crispina kemp 
Aww, poor baby
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There were three calves in the field, and I’m pleased to report the mothers were very trusting of us… which isn’t always the case
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Awesome
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😉😊🥰
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Some just don’t listen until it’s too late…. and even then! 😉
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Yea, and their stories fill the crime pages of our papers. Sad
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Yeah. That’s so true…
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Alas
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Indeed.
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