Poppy, the white and tan Labrador, trotted excitedly through the tall grass, her tail wagging furiously. She had never been to a farm before, and her senses were overwhelmed with new sights and smells. As she approached the farmhouse, she spotted Farmer Joe, a kindly man with a weathered face and a warm smile.
"Well, hello there, Poppy!" greeted Farmer Joe, kneeling to scratch behind her ears. "Welcome to our little slice of paradise. Ready to meet the crew?" Poppy barked in agreement, her eyes wide with anticipation.
Inside the barn, Poppy's attention was immediately drawn to the cows, their gentle eyes watching her curiously. She counted them, one, two, three, and more, each with their own distinct spots and personalities. "These ladies give us the best milk," Farmer Joe explained, patting one on the shoulder.
Poppy trotted over to the sheep, their woolly coats soft and inviting. She counted them with a wag of her tail, and then turned her attention to the goats, who were busy climbing onto a small stack of wooden crates. "Watch out for those rascals," chuckled Farmer Joe. "They're always up to some mischief."
Poppy's nose led her to the chickens, who flapped their wings and clucked in greeting. She counted them eagerly, before moving on to the pigs, who grunted happily as she approached. Lastly, she visited the rabbits, their soft fur and twitching whiskers capturing her attention. "These little ones are always a joy," Farmer Joe remarked.
Poppy lay beside Farmer Joe on the porch, both content after a day of adventures. "You've done a fine job counting today, Poppy," Farmer Joe said, stroking her head. "You're always welcome here, my friend." Poppy's eyes closed in happiness, dreaming of the new adventures that awaited her on the farm.
