Hannah wrote this story and said she didn't mind if I shared it. For some reason, the illustrations are off-limits, but she seemed kind of tickled to have the words 'published'. It rambles in a very 6-year-old way and is inspired (she says) by her life on the farm - which is why the ending surprised me so much.
The Little Girl With Responsibilities.
One day a little girl went out to fetch some eggs but there were no eggs. She didn't realize that the eggs were hiding behind the milk tank, because they let their chickens run free.
She went to milk the cow and found the eggs, but there weren't as many as usual. They only got six or seven eggs. They didn't know winter was coming back. "Why is it snowing?" she asked, "It's supposed to be spring."
The brother came, who had been looking at the news, and he told her that there were going to be more storms. "There will be ten big winds tonight," he said. The brother was taking the dog on a walk and eating a piece of jerky. According to the research, it was a little dog, a tiny chihuahua.
When the girl realized that each cow only had two drops of milk, the mother said "Where is the milk and the eggs, darling? The cat's scratching the couch and the dog's eating the jerky." The kid did not want to go out, but she had to, to get her cat pepper, and her brother's chihuahua, who was biting at snow.
The girl finally realized that it wasn't winter that was taking all of the milk and eggs. It was the zombies.