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Sunday, July 5, 2009

A Tale from Bonneville Farm.

Once upon a time there was a sweet little cow*. This cow loved being outside, frolicking in the fields, chomping on the most wondrous green grass, standing around mooing with all the other cows, occasionally meeting new cows and of course, getting out of the field on occasion to cause a ruckus on the farm. Every once in a while, this cow enjoyed sipping from the trough on the other side of the field that was only for animals of a certain age.

However, one day, something miraculous happened and this innocent, fun-loving sweet farm cow soon realized that life as she knew it had changed. She stared in awe and amazement at the beautiful little calf* staring wide-eyed back at her. She snuggled and loved that baby calf, and realized that for the next little while, it was her sole purpose to provide nourishment to this young one. This often meant that the sweet farm cow had to stay in the barn, missing out on certain events - frolicking, mooing with others, and causing ruckus - because if she left that baby calf, it would make the most awful noises until she returned. That little calf was a hungry one, wanting to eat all the time, and sometimes, only once or twice of course, the farm cow debated running away, with thoughts of hiding in another field, gloriously soaking in the rays of the sun, while sleeping the afternoon away.

It was sometimes messy and chaotic on the farm, even though there were other cows willing to help out. Sometimes, instead of eating home grown, fresh green grass, the other cow in the barn would pick up a quick meal from Old McDonald's farm down the road. In spite of all this, the farm cow loved that tiny calf more than anything. She gladly sacrificed her peaceful days, her slumber-filled nights, her smokin' hot cow body, and her time spent with other cows to nurture that baby calf, knowing that she was doing what was best for that little one.

If you listen closely, you might just hear the occasional moo coming from that sweet farm cow.

"Moo."


*Animals in this story have been changed to protect the true identities of those featured in this story.

8 comments :

  1. You have such a way with words! I love it!

    The calf is a voracious eater, is he?

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  2. LOL. And *that* my dear, is why I read your blog. Oh my. From one reformed cow to another. "Moo" :)

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  3. Goodness Amanda! You have missed your calling....or maybe 'Moo' is you calling. LOL! You should have been an author. Too funny! Don't you worry, one day you will frolick with other cows again and that hot cow body does return. Not the same, mind you, but the full cow feeling does leave...into a shriviled up empty cow. Lol!

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  4. one word wow. weird but good maybe you need some more sleep ;). love you.

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