She had left by afternoon.
The day was bright! The day was beautiful! The sun was shining and it filled her with warmth knowing her mother and siblings smiled down from it!
Now that she was all by herself, she was suddenly with an unprecedented freedom, the made her frolic in the meadows. Pick flowers and do her best to tangle them up in her coat, and chew them. But she always left the prettiest flowers intact so that someone else could enjoy them. She paused to smell the aromas in the air and a pretty blue butterfly landed on her nose mid-sniff.
She held still, desperately trying not to sneeze.
'Fly! Buddyfly, you can do it!'
It was a problem she didn't mind having, as her vision wasn't the best and she quite literally had a birds-eye view.
It took off and she admired it's wings before sneezing so hard some of the buttercups bended backwards.
When she encountered a basin with a pond at the bottom, she couldn't help herself.
She rolled tail over snout through golden grass down to the bottom and splashed into the pond. She jumped up and shook herself off in a way that made her coat ripple.
And then she did it again.
And again.
And again.
During the fifth time she laid in the pool, catching her breath. Where too next? How about that strange red building with the noises inside of it! It was such a pretty bright red-like those flowers back in the meadow. Everything was so beautiful, really. The meadows and fields of the cloud animals were very long but was the only short cut through to the red building.
So she ducked under the fence, wriggling through a weak part where it had rotted somewhat, and shook the bits out of her pelt. And just ran.
She dashed across the meadow, one paw in front of the other, going faster than she had ever before in her life. Her mother was built for speed, and it was one of the few things she had inherited from her.
Her coat blended in with the grasses and the cloud animals were so polite-clearing a way for her! The all made such strange noises when she passed, and were so polite they tripped trying to get out of her way!
"HEY!" A ferocious voice barked. "What are you doing here?!"
She crashed to a dead halt, glad the grass was long. She blinked groggily. A huge creature with fur almost as shaggy and thick as hers was standing proudly on all fours in front of her. He was defiantly bigger than her, long grass barley tickling the top of his legs, while it scraped her belly.
"Sorry mister! But it's so beautiful today!"
He eyed her beadily.
"You're not here for the sheep?" He asked suspiciously.
"Uh, what are sheep?"
"Those!" He jerked his muzzle towards the cloud animals.
"Oh you don't need to worry!"
"Good. I'll be watching you." The creature then retreated to the other side of the meadow, the clou-sheep moving quickly out of his way.
Okay then. Off to the red building! She spotted some other, larger creatures with black spots on the other fields, but decided she would check them out later. She grinded to a halt right outside the white lined entrance, dust kicked up from under her, and heard the strangest thing! Like nothing she had ever heard before! Oh, she had to know!
her paws left prints in the dirts and it began to stick as it got muddier. Snorts were louder than ever.
And then she saw the strangest creatures-that she had ever saw!
Pink things about the same size as her-completely naked! Bare! Where was their fur!? Why were they rolling in the mud?! She tried it out for herself.
Oh. Because it was fun!
Leaving the pinkies behind, she trotted back around the side and into the red building. The inside smelled like the tall grass except a bit different. The largest animals she had ever seen rested in wooden boxes where their heads stuck open at the top.
"Hello!" She yipped.
No response.
The was okay they all looked very hungry anyway. She headed out the door when someone started shouting from nowhere!
"What the hell it a beast doing on my farm! GET! GET!"
The man grabbed a pitchfork and chased her.
Maybe he was upset she scared his sheep?
"I'm sorry, mister but-YIPP!"
The pitchfork thudded into the muck right next to her, and she scrambled, claws digging up pebbles. With an incoherent roar, the man tugged out his pitchfork and chased her. She dashed across the golden grass, foaming at the mouth man in hot pursuit. She tore through the sheep who stumbled in a panic and she left the man in her dust, wiggling under the same wooden fence and back into the open meadows. He scanned the ares for her, but it seemed her coat helped her blend right in.
He gave up and stomped back to the red building and out of sight.
She panted.
Then laughed. That was the best game of chase she had ever played!
Now the problem was, how could she go about thanking and apologizing to the man? She must have given him such a scare!
Her mind flashed to the pretty flowers in the meadow and she turned to look around. AH HA!
She bounded over and carefully nipped one from the bottom of it's stalk. It was red just like the animal house, too. Perfect!
She wiggled under the fence, strong legs bounding her across the clearing.
"Back again?"
She slowed without tripping this time.
"It's just to give him the flower, mister. I'll get right back out."
"Be quick."
Shimmying happily, she trotted over to the red house and laid down a single, beautiful, flower.
In the morning when the rooster crowed, a farmer would scratch his head in bafflement, before shrugging and moving on.