GENRE: Chapter Book
Spring was the busiest time of year at Buttermilk Farm. That's when the calves were born. This particular spring, calves were arriving day and night.
One balmy night, a tiny calf struggled into the world. Farmer Johnson and his hired hand, Verbal, were in the barn. Mrs. Johnson was there, too. She loved all of the cows. She even named them. She knew every cow by name, even though they all looked remarkably alike.
Mrs. Johnson named this calf Pandora. Something told her Pandora would be full of surprises. As usual, Mrs. Johnson was right.
From the very beginning, Pandora knew she was different. She didn't look like the other calves. The other calves wore black and white splotches. Pandora was checkerboard. But she didn't care about how she looked. That's just the outside. Pandora knew her real difference was deep inside. She was going to be special and make a difference. Some might call it fate. Some might call it destiny. Pandora didn't know what it was called. She simply knew it was there.
The first thing Pandora heard Farmer Johnson say was, "Well, well, would you look at that?"
Mrs. Johnson said, "Oh, dearie me."
Verbal said, "What in tarnation?"
The comments from the humans didn't bother Pandora. Her mother's reaction did. Pandora's mother, Buttercup, looked at her new baby. Then she fell over in the straw in an earth-rattling faint.