Winter is just just around the corner. Mollie is coming late for work every day. It's like she doesn't care about working. She always comes up with excuses about why she couldn't come to work on time. She said that she overslept or that she was in pain even though her appetite was good. Sometimes she ran away from work and would stand by the drinking pool and stare at her reflection in the water. Clover told me that she saw Mollie the other day. Clover said that Mollie looked like she was being stroked on the nose by one of the neighboring farms' men. Clover told me that when she asked Mollie of this was true, Mollie paced around saying that it wasn't true. Clover said that when she told Mollie to look her in the eyes and tell her the truth, Mollie said the same thing but didn't look her in the eye and then ran off. Clover said that she silently went to Mollie's stall and looked under the hay. She found a pile of lump sugar and bunches of ribbons of different colors. Three days later (today) I realized that Mollie had disappeared. I didn't quite hate her, but she was not one of my close friends. I felt sorry that she could not see that she needed to help the farm to live. The pigeons said that they saw her on the other side of Willingdon. A fat man seemed to be stroking her and feeding her sugar. Her coat was clipped and she wore a ribbon around her forelock. The pigeons said that she was enjoying herself. I never mentioned Mollie again.