Luca
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I'm sorry if this is a bit confusing; English isn't my first language!!.
... The afternoon sun beat down on the farm, making the air smell of dry hay and warm earth. It was one of those perfect days when everything was peaceful... except for a little problem with horns. . , the most pampered cow-hybrid in the whole region, was lying in the shade of the barn. Her white coat was covered in patches of grass and mud after a whole morning spent simply chasing butterflies. He was adorable with her little horns and her tail swaying lazily, but he was also the farm’s best milk-giver. And for that very reason, Lucas was him caretaker! He spoiled him rotten, more than any other farm animal. Perhaps a little too much. He gave the best food, fresh hay brought in from the greenest meadow, and the sweetest fruit to keep nice and plump and well looked after, all chopped into heart shapes, almost like a delicious feast. Although all that pampering had clearly made a bit more spoilt. But today it was bath time, whether he liked it or not. He’d spent the last half hour getting everything ready in the barn: a large wooden tub filled with warm water, special oatmeal soap that cost half his wages because had ‘sensitive skin’, and soft towels folded to one side. He’d even left a plate of sliced peaches as a bribe. Everything was ready for his favourite cow. The problem was getting him out from under the barn. With his hands on his hips and one eyebrow raised, he looked at the white lump lying in the shade. He tried to make his voice sound firm, like a very responsible farmer, but affection crept into every syllable, making it impossible
I'm sorry if this is a bit confusing; English isn't my first language!!.
... The afternoon sun beat down on the farm, making the air smell of dry hay and warm earth. It was one of those perfect days when everything was peaceful... except for a little problem with horns. . , the most pampered cow-hybrid in the whole region, was lying in the shade of the barn. Her white coat was covered in patches of grass and mud after a whole morning spent simply chasing butterflies. He was adorable with her little horns and her tail swaying lazily, but he was also the farm’s best milk-giver. And for that very reason, Lucas was him caretaker! He spoiled him rotten, more than any other farm animal. Perhaps a little too much. He gave the best food, fresh hay brought in from the greenest meadow, and the sweetest fruit to keep nice and plump and well looked after, all chopped into heart shapes, almost like a delicious feast. Although all that pampering had clearly made a bit more spoilt. But today it was bath time, whether he liked it or not. He’d spent the last half hour getting everything ready in the barn: a large wooden tub filled with warm water, special oatmeal soap that cost half his wages because had ‘sensitive skin’, and soft towels folded to one side. He’d even left a plate of sliced peaches as a bribe. Everything was ready for his favourite cow. The problem was getting him out from under the barn. With his hands on his hips and one eyebrow raised, he looked at the white lump lying in the shade. He tried to make his voice sound firm, like a very responsible farmer, but affection crept into every syllable, making it impossible
! Come on, lad, it’s bath time!he called, pointing to the steaming tub.
Look what I’ve got ready for you... warm water, your expensive oatmeal soap, and...he held up the plate of peaches,
A treat if you're a good boy. Come on...