![]() ![]() "Hello, little girl," a young man called out cheerfully. She forgot the cow and hid in some bushes. It was the determined whistle of a person. Sylvie knew it wasn't a friendly bird's whistle. Suddenly the air was cut by a sharp whistle not far away. The cow finished drinking, and as the 9-year-old child hurried through the forest to the home she loved, she thought again about the noisy town where her parents still lived. One day, Sylvie's grandmother had visited them and had chosen Sylvie from all her brothers and sisters to be the one to help her on her farm in Vermont. Before that, she had lived with her mother and father in a dirty, crowded factory town. She began thinking how it was only a year ago that she came to her grandmother's farm. Sylvie felt as if she were a part of the gray shadows and the silver leaves that moved in the evening breeze. She had never before been alone in the forest as late as this. As Sylvie waited, she put her bare feet in the cold, fresh water of the stream. The cow stopped at a small stream to drink. The child hurried the cow through the dark forest, following a narrow path that led to her grandmother's home. This evening it had taken Sylvie longer than usual to find her cow. When the cow heard Sylvie's voice calling her, she would hide among the bushes. It was Sylvie's job to bring her home to be milked. The old animal spent her days out in the open country eating sweet grass. It was already 8 o'clock and Sylvie wondered if her grandmother would be angry with her for being so late.Įvery evening Sylvie left her grandmother's house at 5:30 to bring their cow home. ![]() The forest was full of shadows as a little girl hurried through it one summer evening in June. ![]()
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