Boy returned to Maple Lane with a new stride. He started small: helping the farmer find lost tools, guiding newborn calves to shade, and leading nightly walks so the hens could glimpse the moon. Word of the helpful, wandering cow spread. Children visited to hear his hum and sit beneath his watchful gaze. The farmer, who had once frowned at Boy’s daydreaming, began leaving an extra slice of apple on the fence.
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