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It is around seven p.m. when Dad asks me if I have forgotten to go to the barn and give the horses their oats for the day. I remind him that I participated in an after school volley ball competition and I didn't get home as early as I had planned but I would soon be on my way after I have eaten something. I rush to eat and tell Mother I'll be back that I'm going down in the valley to feed the horses. As I walk along the path, I notice the buttercups bending their heads like they are welcoming me and the black crows gathered in the field squawking as though I'm infringing on their territory. The weeds lining the pathway scratches my legs and causes them to sting and I take a few minutes to sit down in the middle of the path and rub them. As I'm sitting here enjoying the magnificence of the view, I marvel at the beauty of the surrounding area. As the sun begins to go down, the buttercups glow like tiny lit candles throughout the field. At the lower end of the lush pasture, a baby calf calls for its Mother and I hear her far off replying and then see her poking her head up and over a knoll. She looks frantic as she comes running up over the knoll. The helpless little calf cries like a small child for its Mother. I cannot believe how their Mother's know the sound of their young. They are so faithful and loyal to their babies.

There's a big hawk surrounding the area and I imagine it flying down and sticking its large claws into my back and trying to carry me away. I know in my mind it's impossible but I still like the thrill of imagining the scenario. I keep an eye on it and watch as it zooms right down to pick up what looks like a tiny mouse. I cannot believe my eyes! I'm wondering how in the world it saw that tiny critter from way up there. I didn't know if the critter was already dead or if it was alive as it picked it up and flew away with it. The thought makes me cringe inside.

As I look at the sky, I see the dark clouds moving fast like they have an appointment somewhere, I can almost smell the rain in the air. The barn sets in the very bottom of the valley and when it rains, the water rises in the field if it is a good rain. I've seen it look like a river in the bottom many times in my life. I feel an uneasy feeling as I finally get myself going toward the barn. It is about a mile and a half from the house. As I walk, the lightening is snapping all around me, and the thunder is booming so loud I jump every time it hits somewhere. I'm very frightened

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