I stopped with start when I saw the two policeman.
I took a step backwards and watched them. They spoke to each other and entered the large in which the hay was stored.
It was such a tiny bundle, a helpless little thing, killed by its own mother and hidden in the hay. It had no father who would accept it his child. So it had to die. A fatherless baby in that little village was a terrible thing, and women like its mother were cursed, perhaps even killed.
And Then they brought out the mother. She didn't hide her head guilty, as they wanted her to.