But this morning, there was only silence. The buffaloes were unusually quiet and Daisy… Daisy wasn’t there. His heart began to beat faster in his chest, and a sense of dread started seeping into Bill. He started counting again: “One, two, three,” he continued until he reached the last buffalo: “fifty-three”. It was true… Daisy, his favorite buffalo, was missing.
With a knot in his stomach, he hurried to the barn, praying that Daisy would be there, safe and sound. But all he found was an empty spot where Daisy usually rested. Her absence turned the usually cheerful barn into a place filled with worry. The straw was undisturbed; the air, still. There was no sign of Daisy.