What’s going on?
Hans’s days are usually almost monotonous and run on autopilot, but today, everything was happening at once, and he couldn’t keep up with his rounds. He had never before seen marks like that on an animal.
The barn cat was probably the culprit, as they are usually friendly.
Come Here
Before he even knew what happened, Giselle left the house. She called out, “Dad you must see the cornfield!”
Hans shrugged. “Yes, Giselle. I was on my way.” He was prepared for a surprise.
