A facebook friend asked me to write a story about her and here is the result:
“Get off my foot!”
Libby pushed the newborn calf towards the wandering tongue of its mother. Strands of hay fell like snow from her jeans as she stood to give her knees a break. It's the third night in a row a cow decided to go into labor in the middle of the night. Libby frowned and brushed the remaining hay to the ground.
The calf made a soft snuffing noise in search of breakfast. Libby smiled in spite of the lost hours of sleep. New life always made her smile, she couldn't help it. Slowly, the stable filled with warm sunlight and dust motes danced in the rays slipping through the cracks in the wall.
Libby reached out to the calf and stroked the warm wetness.
“Welcome to the world, little fella.”