On my quest for peace and quiet; after a long week spent in the confines with many different minded people in the city, I find myself trolling through pastures and fields to find the perfect spot. At last, after passing some cows, frogs and flowers, there is a tree. A tree by the river, not on the river bank but nearby. What better than a nap on a bed of thistles. And so, I take off my clothes, sprawl out in the slightly shaded sun and close my eyes. Falling into a deep sleep is easy as the unexpected warm day is beginning to get warm and strong sun beating down.
In the very same moments a farmer and his family are on a quest, a much different quest. The children are there, the childrens friends are there, grandma and grandpa, wife and in-laws. All in search for a lost member of their herd. As they approach the tree, after seeing creature movement, almost positive it is the baby calf; sick or even worse strangled! They run quickly over, children and all. And, by their surprise and my mortification I hereby, once again continue to leave here in Holland an everlasting impression. " How shocking. A nude Canadian girl in our pastures."
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