As the seasons changed and life carried on, the mystery of the buffaloes disappearance lingered in the depths of Bill’s mind. However, he learned to cherish the buffaloes that remained, grateful for the joy and purpose they brought to his life. Though the absence of Daisy was still felt, the pain gradually faded with time.
That is, until one morning, 8 months later, when Bill awoke to the first whispers of spring – the gentle sound of melting ice outside his window and the warm embrace of sunlight after months of bitter cold. Stepping outside to savor the fresh air, his heart skipped a beat as he spotted something in the distance…