Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Merry Much Happens
Catherine Nicolai
And one early morning, a few weeks past, we'd found her with a beautiful, light brown fuzzy calf laying in the straw. The vet had pronounced them both in good health, and him in need of a name. I couldn't help myself. With his tan blonde fur and round belly, he was immediately dubbed Winnie the Moo. Winnie and his mom were chewing in the pasture
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