Bill resolved to spend the entire day searching for Daisy. He set aside all other chores, letting every task wait. His sole focus was finding her. He trudged through the fields, calling her name, scanning every corner of the farm, hoping to spot her hiding somewhere. But as the sun sank below the horizon, Daisy remained nowhere in sight.
Sitting on his porch as darkness fell, Bill replayed the day over and over in his mind. He tried to piece together what might have happened, but grief and frustration washed over him in relentless waves. Exhausted both physically and mentally, he finally retreated indoors, yet sleep refused to come. His thoughts were filled with visions of Daisy, lost and alone somewhere in the night.
The worry didn’t ease the next day, nor the day after. From dawn until dusk, Bill searched for her. He visited all her favorite spots—the shady tree she liked to rest under, the small pond where she often drank—but Daisy was nowhere to be found.
Refusing to give up, Bill decided to enlist the help of the entire town. He created posters with Daisy’s picture and pinned them everywhere: the grocery store, the post office, trees, lampposts. He asked every passerby if they had seen her, but no one had.
Days turned into weeks, and still there was no sign of Daisy. Posters of her face littered the town, a constant reminder of her absence. Yet despite the growing despair, Bill clung to hope. He continued searching, calling her name, praying each day for her safe return.
But as time passed, hope began to waver. Each day that brought no news of Daisy sank his heart further.
Summer rolled on, indifferent to his grief. Nature carried on its rhythms, oblivious to his turmoil. Caring for the farm became increasingly difficult. Every glance at the empty pasture brought a fresh pang of anguish. During breaks, he often lingered in the south pasture, almost expecting Daisy to appear from behind a hill, as if nothing had ever happened.
But the pasture remained empty…