The Strongest Cow at Creek Bend Farm
By: Israel
By: Israel
I open my eyes ready for a new day. I say hi to all my friends then, I say hi to Sam but,
Sam says, “Moo!”
What does “Moo” even mean is it some sort of secret language? I don’t know but, I always hear humans saying “bla, bla, bla” I mean really, I thought humans were the dominant species but no they’re just running their mouth with that bla, bla, bla. Well, ‘mooving’ on.
Sam ‘mooved’ us to a new patch of grass it was leafy green and delicious (mainly because we’re in Tennessee). We ate for hours, I was stuffed. In the morning Sam ‘mooved’ us to another new patch of grass. I ran towards my favorite grass, Johnson’s grass. It was even MORE delicious than the other grass. I bit into the grass and passed out on a pile of flies, it was too delicious.
I woke up at the vet.
“It seems that your cow has deadly pink eye, a rare disease that there is NO antidote to. It is caused by too many flies getting into an animal’s eye,” explained the veterinarian. “He will die because of this!”
“Oh no! My cow is going to die,” cried Sam.
The veterinarian replied, “Indeed, in about two days.”
Oh no, two days is too soon, I thought. This only means one thing, I must make the best of the two days that I have left.
Day 1: I woke up as nervous as I had ever been in my life. It wasn’t like any other day though. All of my friends were on the other side of the pasture. I tried to interact with them but they would just stampede away, and to top it all off my “friends” were finishing all of the Johnson's grass so it wouldn’t go to “waste” when I would eat it. They didn’t think a dying cow was worthy of this precious food.
Day 2: I woke up in the animal hospital and to my surprise I found that I was recovered! The veterinarian looked at me shocked, “ I have never seen anything like this. It’s almost impossible. Maybe, Sam, you have took care of your cow so well that it can overcome any disease!”
Sam and the vet agreed it was because I was such a strong cow. Raising me on a healthy pasture, roaming around and eating grass helped me get the strength to fight back. I’m glad to be back on the farm living well!
Sam says, “Moo!”
What does “Moo” even mean is it some sort of secret language? I don’t know but, I always hear humans saying “bla, bla, bla” I mean really, I thought humans were the dominant species but no they’re just running their mouth with that bla, bla, bla. Well, ‘mooving’ on.
Sam ‘mooved’ us to a new patch of grass it was leafy green and delicious (mainly because we’re in Tennessee). We ate for hours, I was stuffed. In the morning Sam ‘mooved’ us to another new patch of grass. I ran towards my favorite grass, Johnson’s grass. It was even MORE delicious than the other grass. I bit into the grass and passed out on a pile of flies, it was too delicious.
I woke up at the vet.
“It seems that your cow has deadly pink eye, a rare disease that there is NO antidote to. It is caused by too many flies getting into an animal’s eye,” explained the veterinarian. “He will die because of this!”
“Oh no! My cow is going to die,” cried Sam.
The veterinarian replied, “Indeed, in about two days.”
Oh no, two days is too soon, I thought. This only means one thing, I must make the best of the two days that I have left.
Day 1: I woke up as nervous as I had ever been in my life. It wasn’t like any other day though. All of my friends were on the other side of the pasture. I tried to interact with them but they would just stampede away, and to top it all off my “friends” were finishing all of the Johnson's grass so it wouldn’t go to “waste” when I would eat it. They didn’t think a dying cow was worthy of this precious food.
Day 2: I woke up in the animal hospital and to my surprise I found that I was recovered! The veterinarian looked at me shocked, “ I have never seen anything like this. It’s almost impossible. Maybe, Sam, you have took care of your cow so well that it can overcome any disease!”
Sam and the vet agreed it was because I was such a strong cow. Raising me on a healthy pasture, roaming around and eating grass helped me get the strength to fight back. I’m glad to be back on the farm living well!