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The five little girls were all the best of friends. They'd been born within two months of each other and their moms all spent a lot of time together. They had fun playing in the pasture under the watchful eye of the nearby adults. Late every afternoon they headed up to the house for a snack.

One day there was an older man and woman there. They talked to the man who took care of them. The little girls weren't worried. Their mamas wouldn't let anything happen to them. Besides, the man and woman seemed nice. They smiled and laughed. That was always a good sign.

The next day wasn't so good. The man who took care of them separated the girls from their mamas and forced them into a trailer. Before long they were headed down the road. It was really scary! When they finally stopped they were beside a house they'd never seen before. They saw the man talking to the couple who'd visited the day before. Then they heard another voice. A woman appeared beside the trailer. She looked inside and smiled.

"Oh, aren't you pretty!" They backed away from the woman as far as they could. It didn't seem to bother her at all. She kept right on smiling and talking.

The trailer started forward and came to a stop in a pasture. The man opened the gate and stepped back. The girls rushed outside. Anything was better than that awful comfined space! They looked around and took off running, refusing to stop until they reached the fence fartherest from the trailer. They watched the man climb in the truck and drive away. The girls felt really lost and alone. They wanted their mamas!

The woman came out and talked to them later in the day. They wouldn't let her get close to them, but they listened. She seemed nice. But so had that older man and woman and look what had happened!

The girls were really thirsty. They needed some water. The man watched from a distance. He offered them some sweet feed. It was really good! Things were definitely looking up. They decided to go over and meet the other cows. Maybe this place wasn't so bad after all.

The next day the woman came out and offered them another snack. They figured it wouldn't hurt to be a little friendly. They slowly approached her, then followed her back to their special trough and ate til the sweet feed was all gone.

Every day they did the same thing. The woman came out to get them and they followed her to the trough and ate sweet feed. They slowly adjusted to their new home. Life was good. They started showing up every afternoon for their snack even before they were called. If the woman wasn't there, they'd call her. And she always came out to give them a snack.

 Maybe this new home wasn't so bad after all.
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