Diary of feeding cows with grandma.

Today, my sister and I went to my grandmother's house to play and saw a hungry calf. My sister and I discussed it and decided to take turns feeding the calves.

My sister went to get a pair of scissors and found grass without thorns. As she cut it, she said, "The calf is going to have a big meal today." My sister cut a handful of grass and hurried to feed the calf. It's my turn to play. I found a big piece of grass that the calf could eat and quickly began to mow it. I think: Grass roots should be nutritious! So I put down my scissors and started pulling weeds by hand. Soon, I pulled out a handful of grass and it was time to feed the cows. I saw my sister touching the calf's head while singing. The calf also ate the grass with relish. It sometimes barks in Cleisthenes, shaking its head bit by bit, as if to say, "Thank you, I won't forget you."

I know: people are equal, people and animals should get along well, and animals will understand our minds.