Got Milk?
Friday, December 15th, 2006The cow happily graze in the open field, under a magnificant blue sky, occasionally letting out a sigh of "moo". It was happy - happy that the grass was green and tasty, happy that earthworms have evaded his munch (or at least i’m happy), and most importantly, happy that it is free from the ape. The cow is happy.
Soon, bells rung with joy, and a ape with a long crooked shaft walks towards it, hailing also a bucket and a stool.. it walked straight up to the happy cow and sat down right behind its.. behind. The cow cared not of mindless apes and their ill-witted actions, so what is wrong with some other species admiring my butt. The cow is happy.
But soon to be, the ape started helping itself to her, squeezing out every drop of milk for the day. The cow barely twitched as the ape continues what seems to be a common phenomena. Soon creamy fluids filled a bucket, and the ape left with a smile. The cow is still happy.
It was a long forgotten past since the first ape took hold of a cattle’s bossom for a good drink, but as a mum has told its calf for generations, "it’s something we cows will never understand". The cow mooed when it thought of it’s "beefy" mum. The cow is happy.
The ape then brought back what was to be a calf’s lunch back to his small little farm house, and he served it to his wife and kids. Smiling and thinking of his great achievement of squeezing and filling. And that was just another for the happy cow grazing in the field.
