“Hi Fawn!” exclaimed Heather Hansen, seeing her best friend out in the field.
“Hi Heather!” exclaimed Fawn, holding a parcel behind his back.
“What have you got?” asked Heather.
“I don’t have anything,” said Fawn.
“Yes you do,” said Heather. “What is behind your back?”
“This is a present for Spot,” said Fawn.
“What did you get her?” asked Heather.
“Valentine’s Day chocolates,” said Fawn.
“Spot will love that,” said Heather.
“Gee,” said Fawn, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. “It sure is warm here today.”
“Yes, it is unseasonably warm,” said Heather. “You’d better put those chocolates inside the fridge and out of the heat or they are going to melt.”
“Oh my!” exclaimed Fawn. “I hope they haven’t melted already.”
“There is only one way to find out,” said Heather, taking the package from Fawn and opening up the heart-shaped box.
“They are ruined!” cried Fawn, when he saw the puddle of melted chocolate sitting in the box.
“What is ruined?” asked Spot, who was just coming up the driveway to where Heather and Fawn were standing.
“Oh here!” exclaimed Fawn, taking the box out of Heather’s hand and handing it to Spot. “Happy Valentine’s Day!”
“Oh Fawn!” exclaimed Spot, happily. “Thank you so much!”
“But they are ruined,” said Fawn. “They are completely melted.”
“That is okay,” said Spot. “I know you meant well and I do appreciate the gesture very much. However, I am a cow and you know I can’t eat chocolate anyway.”
“Oh,” said Fawn, with a sly smile forming on his face. “I almost forgot about that.”
Fawn took the box from Spot and stuck his hoof in the chocolatey mess and started licking it.
“Well,” said Fawn. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Spot.”
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