Drought came. The ground was dry and cracking up. The cows were licking dew from grass in the morning and at nine o'clock crowded around and in water hole to cool off at least a little bit their legs. The water in the hole was low, changed into the mud and then even the mud dried out. Grass turned yellow end emitted crackling sound. There were days, when a hot wind was blowing, throwing hot sand and dust into the eyes. The cows laid down tiredly in the shadow of the trees. They couldn't breath well and began to loose weight.
The farmer liked his herd. It was nice herd. He already counted how much he will get for young bulls and was dreaming about purchasing the neighboring pastures.
The desperate farmer was leaving in the middle of the night with a trailer to buy hay. He drove as far as Nebraska. He brought hay once, twice - then the slaughtering started. He had to slaughter about a half of his herd. First the young bulls and then the old pieces. The heifers and their mothers survived. The heifers were not thinking about stupidities anymore. They laid under the tries, or were trying to eat dry, yellow grass, which was hurting their mouths. The drought lasted for forty days.
To be continued
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