[y-yay... she is now curled up on the ground clutching the black thing to her stomach. she is fine. don't look at her. she's totally not crying from the pain.
for the sake of time, i'll say she gets up after a moment while still clutching the thing. can she tell what it is, or is that a tomorrow thing?
once she's back on her feet, she will come closer to the animal pens. is there anything visible inside the cow field? how are the milk bucket, brush and bell looking, too? she will take a look at all three on her way to the cow field. brush clean? bucket empty? nothing hiding inside the bell?]
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for the sake of time, i'll say she gets up after a moment while still clutching the thing. can she tell what it is, or is that a tomorrow thing?
once she's back on her feet, she will come closer to the animal pens. is there anything visible inside the cow field? how are the milk bucket, brush and bell looking, too? she will take a look at all three on her way to the cow field. brush clean? bucket empty? nothing hiding inside the bell?]