Summary
It was a clear Christmas Eve night in Tennessee. It was not so long ago as you might think, even though Clarabell was just a little calf when it happened. Clarabell was special, even for a Jersey calf. If she weren't special, how then could all this have happened?
Jack Frost had come to paint the wide fields in silver and diamonds. Wind whistled through the cracks in the barn wall. The cold made white clouds out of Clarabell's breath.See the full content of this document
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Clarabell the Christmas Cow
All the cows on Wilburn Farm but Clarabell were asleep. Even Hermann the Bull was quiet tonight.
It was the coldest night Clarabell had ever seen. The heat lamp in her stall had gone out. Her sawdust was damp. The water in her bucket was hard, and made her nose sting when she touched it.Clarabell could smell the smoke from the chimney where the Wilburns lived. She knew if little Billy was awake, he would come and make her warm.But he did not come.Clarabell turned her big brown eyes longingly toward his house. They were very good eyes. How else could she have seen what she saw?She poked up her big chocolate-colored ears. They were very good ears. How else could she have heard what she heard?She stood up on her long, skinny legs. The Wilburns' house was all dark. She sniffed with her wet, shiny nose. It was a ver...See the full content of this document
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