“Layla!” I yelled “Where are you!” Layla is my cow. She is a holstein, which gives the most milk. I run all around the farm, looking for Layla. We have 26 cows, all in front of me, but where is Lalya! I go into the barn to tell Daddy, but then the door opened and there it was, Layla’s tag. Where was she?
“Where’s Layla?” I asked my dad willingly.
“She’s right here!” Daddy says, and I see big, fat Layla moving slowly from behind Daddy.
“You scared me girl!” I tell Layla, as we stroll out of the barn.
