the cattle are mooing the baby awakes

Birthdays have always been nothing special..
I don't remember any before I came to Donegal Academy. Seeing that very date was when the statue of the reading owl was donated, well somehow made me feel connected and a little special. Sammy teased me but knew it was my B'day. He is so cute, looking serious, with his glasses falling off his nose. I push them back for him and mess his hair a little... I love his soft hair.
Sammy led off to a special place he shared now with me..the lovely smells that come from this old place is warm and comforting, musky old paper...I like this place and it's old chairs...I wonder how many other children made dreams right here in this old oak chair.
 Sam busy reading for clues I look out the window off towards my favorite spot next to the cows, When I first came to the Academy I hid from the others not knowing if they were safe. The apple orchard and farm were my companions...that is until Sam stepped on that stick.
 Sam was busy readin the Daily Register of 1831.
I hope he never saw my tears fall, they always make him so concerned. These were happy tears from watching the light in Sam's eyes as he read and discovered. "did you find anything Sammy" I seemed to startle him.
Swabian Christian Rosenkreutz he said, jumping up he quickly grabbed another book from his well known shelves...Swabian Christian Rosenkreutz master alchemyst of the 15th century. It doesnt make sense, how could he have made the owl and dedicated it May 28th, 1831, yet been a 15th century alchemyst? I could see the frustration in Sam's eyes. I gave him a big hug to let him know it's ok. we will figure it our together...then that darn bell rang for dinner..he to the boys dorm, I to the girls, it was the end of a adventurous day.