Stealthily they slunk past the farmer’s bedroom window, hoping that the farmer’s wife wouldn’t hear them. They swore she had supersonic hearing. Many an evening romp had been cut short by the farmer’s wife sounding the alarm.
They made it to the front yard and to freedom. Kicking up their heels they congratulated themselves on another expert escape mission. No matter that the grass in their recently exited paddock was just as green as the grass they were now enjoying in the front yard; as goes the saying: “The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.”
They contented themselves for several hours or so with grazing the yard and rubbing up against the bushes until several of the herd decided to get a little wild and cross the street into the neighbor’s front yard. Dude, the bull, tried to talk some sense into them. He told them that is wasn’t safe and that they would get into big trouble. But the girls just laughed at him and crossed the street anyways.
One of the farmer’s daughters happened to wake up in the middle of the night. She blinked and chanced to glance out the window. What was that huge, lumbering shape in the front yard? She blinked again. It was a cow! She quickly woke the rest of the family, the other farmers jumped (or dragged themselves) from their beds, pulled on their boots or flip flops and hurried out into the night. They found Dude loitering about the front yard with a sheepish look in his eyes which seemed to say, “I told them not too…”
The farmers left him in the yard and hurried across the street to fetch the dairy cows who were frolicking in a field across the street. The farmers quickly gathered them up and herded them back across the street and into their paddock, thankful that they hadn’t caused any damage to the neighbor’s property. The farmer’s son tightened up the fence to guard against further break outs and the family went back inside to catch a few more winks before the sun came up. Meanwhile the cows chuckled to themselves over the night’s events.
-Morgan
