Mom Moo in the tree

— I’ll climb the tree anyway. Cows never climb there. And I will.
She stood up and grabbed the lowest branch with her front foot. Then she reached for the next one.
— Oh! This one will probably hold. It’s a good thing it’s so low.
Mama Moo held on tightly with her front feet and watched where she would step next. There was a slight crunching beneath her. Leaves and small twigs tickled her face. Little by little, branch by branch, she climbed higher and higher. And finally she was almost at the top.
— Well, she’s up! — she panted and sat on a branch.
The crow spun in the air and sat on the tree. He stared at Mama Moo:
— What? Are you already up in the tree? How did you do it?
— I was just climbing, — said Mama Moo. — But it’s a good thing you came, Crow, because Little forgot to tell me something.
— What exactly?
— How to climb back down. Moo-hoo!