Before we reached the cow stalls, the two little children tromped along happily in their rubber boots. As we approached the newly born calves and the pungent smells that comes with animals, we discovered that one child had an unusually sensitive nose. These odious odors tormented her as we wandered by the one-week-old calves. Clapping her hands over her nose, she whimpered piteously, hiding behind her mother.
The little girl’s brother had a different response to the farm encounter, which he embraced. I had fun catching his little moments.
At the end of our tour we found the young girl and her mother, having peeled off from our group, hovering over a pond of goldfish. She had found a little paradise that brought rest to her nose.