Whispers of the Farm
The sun glared down on April Bishop. The tall, healthy grass brushed April's legs. Her yellow
spring-time dress swished with the breeze. She wore a wide-brimmed summer hat, woven with
straw. As she picked each wildflower, she sniffed it and slipped it into the bouquet. She gazed
out over the tall grasses and flowers. The sky above her was clear and sunny and she could
see a hint of tonight's crescent moon. I better hurry home, Mom said to be home before dark,
she thought. She skipped through the grass, she could see her house, not far in the distance.
Finally, she made it home. She lived in the countryside, and her parents owned a big farm. The
meadow was her favorite place.
As she opened the door her mother called, "Honey, is that you?"
"Yes, Mom. May I have a ribbon?" April asked.
"Sure!" Her mother replied, handing her a cut piece of yellow ribbon.
In a hurry, April rushed to her room. She tied the bouquet of flowers to her hat, and finished,
she had made her springtime hat. She noticed the time, four p.m, and realized that her dad
would be home soon. He worked outside with the animals for the afternoon. She walked out to
greet him, hopping down the oaken stairs and skimming the painted walls with her fingers. She
grabbed a biscuit from the table and walked out the door.
"How's my little girl?" Her father said.
"Dad! I'm eight!" April said.
"I know Alpha." He asked.
Alpha was April's nickname
"Good!" April said, "Mom, when's dinner?"
"An hour, or so, Alpha." Mom said.
April runs through the meadow. The tall grasses brush her legs. She looks at all the flowers she
missed earlier. She stumbled over a stone, falling down. She gets up and brushes the grass off
her shins. She inspects her legs and arms; no scratches. Looking up, April saw a cave. She
didn't remember seeing it before. Behind her, there is the meadow. her house, the woods and
ranch. Her curiosity took over, and she stepped in, with one last look over her shoulder.
