But then, she realized there was a cow in the fire, but, that wasn’t a cow. That was a calf. Then it clicked, this was her calf. Skylar new what to do, she ran into the fire, searching rapidly for a sign of life but there was none to be found. “Moo!” The sound was getting louder and louder as she traversed east. Ah! There she was she picked up the young calf, she could only of been a few weeks old, Skylar thought as she ran forward and out of the the fire where she met the mother cows Autumn mapled fur. The calf did look so much like her mother. Skylar let the calf down to her mother who rubbed her affectionately. Skylar shivered something wet had grazed her cheek. Soon she heard the pittter patter of raindrops. “Hiss”. The fire extinguished in a cloud of smoke Skylar left the Cattle, walking away. Yet, she was not alone. The Mother cow (her daughter trot obediently behind her). “Moooooooo.” Persisted the Cow. “Shoo, go! You can go now.” Skylar explained. Skylar walked away still yet the cow carried on again. “Ugh fine.” Skylar sighed holding hand out to pet the cow. The cow hesitated but aloud her. So from then on Skylar spent the next year in that meadow, finding an abandoned farm and baking bread in a year of peace, one without conflict. That was until, they came…

Calf’s fled, the meadow was ruined and it was all her fault, skylar staggered away from the fire. “Charlie! Charlie!?” Yelled Skylar.”Where are you?” A cow mooed in the distance Skylar ran to it. “I am so sorry!” The cow mooed again, deperstly. “Oh.” Realised Skylar. The cow was entangled in a bush of thorns. Skylar cut it free. This cow had gentle hazel eyes, light mapled fur and dirty brown hoofs, she had short horns and looked like an adult cow. Skylar stood back. The cow ran away, but, not towards safety she was stampeding at the fire. Why would she want go into the fire? The smoke around it was so thick you would most likely imiediatly suffocated. Though, She had seen a bull munching on stinging nettle so she new that cow where a bit weird.

Skylar didn’t know what to do, they were rocketing towards a meadow of quiet and peace;Charolais cattle grazed, their coats mapled in the autumn fog, a pair of cattle looked up their gentle eyes glinting with muffled concern, though most did not notice anything wrong. A river ran next to them, a birch tree hung over the river side, birds chirped merrily in the tree tops. Daisies waved in the gentle breeze of the countryside. This was a herd without conflict, an ideal scene, and the steadily crashing airship was to ruin it.

Crash! The scene changed completely, cattle fled from the wreckage birds protested angrily and flew off. Skylar could smell smoke, her eyes stinged and  watered, the meadow was on fire.