Beatrice's Story

by Beatrice

- do not use without the author's permission.



i am in the field. The sun had just risen when they led me out.

i am now waiting for my food, i know what it is... and i would not dare to call it breakfast or petit déjeuner. i enjoy such luxuries no more.

For now, the best thing to do is to run, because the grass is wet and it has been a little cold... but this morning there are some sunbeams... already hot... i am sure summer has not yet began.. but there are many daisies all around in the gass. It's funny to try to catch one daisy with my toes.. easy exercise.... but it begins to be more difficult to keep it when i try to catch another one...

There was no need for someone to order "Run !!!". The lad had just to open the door and to unfasten the leash.

Yesterday i was not so docile... but yesterday it was raining cats and dogs.

This morning everything seems easier... i feel the need to stop my flower game to reach the end of the wooden wall... as quickly as i can...