Monday, January 18, 2010

Cows Are Really Noisy

Little Guy put his paws over his ears. It didn't work. The cows just bellowed and bellowed. He wanted them to just shut up already! Little Guy had a headache. He was going to go tell his Mama on those noisy cows.

Mama already knew. She had a headache too.

"I know how you feel, Little Guy," Mama said. "Blackie woke me up at 7 a.m. calling for breakfast to be delivered to the back fence area."

"But Mama why won't they just give up," he asked.

"Granddaddy has spoiled them rotten. They think I'll give in. Of course, I did feed Buddy. He never said a word. He just stood at the gate and watched me paint the rocker. He has really good manners. The cows could learn a thing or two from him."

"Buddy is really nice," Little Guy agreed. Buddy is the bull. He weghs more than 2,000 pounds. Little Guy weighs 38 pounds. Little Guy is really glad Buddy is nice.

"Are you going to feed them so that they'll be quiet," Little Guy asked hopefully.

"Not a chance," Mama said. She ruffled his fur. "Sorry, Little Guy. If I give in, they'll just be back tomorrow. I don't want to have to stop working and feed them every afternoon just to get a little peace and quite."

Little Guy nodded. He understood. Really he did.

Little Guy had an idea. He gave Mama his best smile.

"Mama, why don't we go inside? We can turn on the TV really loud and maybe we won't hear those cows anymore."

Mama laughed.

"That's a great idea, Little Guy. Let's find Sunshine and go inside for a little while."

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