Fawn and Spot Move to the City

“It sure is noisy around the farm today,” said Spot, looking out the window of the barn.

There was a big moving truck up at the house as well as several movers. Mr. and Mrs. Hansen were scurrying back and forth frantically.

“Yeah,” said Fawn, sounding depressed. “It is.”

“I guess you’re not in a very good mood either,” said Spot.

“No, I’m not,” said Fawn. “I’m going to miss this barn.”

“Me too,” said Spot. “At least we will still be together. I think we’ll be alright.”

“Spot, don’t be so foolish,” said Fawn. “Don’t you know what cities are like? Cars, smog, people, noise, crime and what is taking Jenny and Ricky so long? We have to get on the moving truck.”

Jenny and Ricky Hansen are Fawn and Spot’s owners.

“They’ll be here soon,” said Spot.

“What if they forget about us?” asked Fawn, with a tear rolling down his cheek.

“Oh Fawn,” comforted Spot. “They will be here. You are just getting yourself all upset for nothing.”

“How come we can’t stay here?” asked Fawn. “Why do we have to move?”

“You know Mr. Hansen just got that great new computer job in the city,” said Spot.

“I know,” said Fawn. “I’m going to miss this place, though.”

“I know you will,” said Spot, comforting her friend. “I will too.”

The two cows stood looking out the barn window, watching what was going on up at the house.

“Here’s your breakfast,” said Jenny handing Spot a handful of hay and Fawn some fries and a can of orange pop. “I have to get back up to house and help pack.”

“That was quick!” exclaimed Fawn after Jenny had left. “Something is up. Where’s Ricky?”

“Fawn,” said Spot. “Stop it! You know everyone is busy today. It takes time to pack and get things ready to move.”

“It only took me five minutes to pack,” said Fawn.

“All you had to pack up was your gold medal and a couple of pictures,” said Spot.

Fawn went to look out the window again.

“Oh, look!” said Fawn excitedly, a few minutes later. “Cousin Robbie and Shelby are here! They won’t let the Hansen’s leave us here!”

Spot came over to the window to take a look.

“Oh Fawn,” said Spot. “The Hansen’s are not going to leave us. They love us too much to leave us.”

“Well, I think that they are going to leave us here,” Fawn cried.

“No they aren’t,” reassured Spot. “Now, come on and eat something.”

“I’m not hungry,” said Fawn, going back to the window.

“Well, you should eat,” said Spot, eating her hay.

Fawn was too upset to eat. He just stood there staring out the window with a lost look on his face.

“I told you they were leaving us here,” said Fawn, about an hour later.

“What are you talking about?” asked Spot.

“Look for yourself,” said Fawn. “Robbie and Shelby are gone. They didn’t even come and see us, and now, the trucks are pulling out of the driveway!”

Spot went over to the window and looked out. She saw two moving trucks pull out of the driveway and then a red pickup truck with wooden slats on the back pulled in.

“Now it’s your turn to look,” said Spot.

Fawn looked out the window.

“Oh good,” said Fawn, happily. “They aren’t leaving us here.”

“I told you that,” said Spot.

“Come on you two,” said Mr. Hansen, with Ricky, Jenny, Robbie and Shelby standing behind him. “It’s time to go!”

“Alright,” said Fawn. “But first I have to eat my breakfast!”