My first day in a farm A day like any other, I was writing about animals in the night. In the next day, I went to the farm and I did a friend. My new friend was a dog that it was living on the farm for a long time. The dog name was Black and it had five years old in that moment. I was playing with Black along the morning and afternoon. In the night, I went back to my home. I never see again the animal but I still remember that special day. Good night.