Mean People Suck
Sometimes when I milk, the cow beats me up with her tail. In the summer when she did it I could count on their being a big ole gigantic horse fly trying to land on her somewhere and if I killed that, she'd stop. But we're out of fly season. The season is so advanced that I'm milking in the flashlight's glow a lot of the time.
So maybe last night she was just in a bad mood. Or mad at me for something (I was a little late milking). But she would flick her tail and whip me with with those long hairs, alternating with bonking me on my skull with the bone of her tail. Flick flip flick flip, bonk bonk bonk bonk. Then she'd stop for awhile. Then bonk bonk.
I just brace myself and endure, squirting milk as fast as I can.
Sometimes I swear life is exactly like milking the cow. Except I totally prefer milking the cow.
4 comments:
Her sisters used to tell this story on my grandmother...once when she was young the cow did the same to her so she tied a brick sized rock to hold the cow's tail down. Next thing she remembered was that she was picking herself up from the ground.
hahahahaha.
I still visit to read, not left a comment for a while. it sounds nice, getting to milk the cow. I am missing country life sometimes.
Waving to everyone. Yeah, I read lots of places where I rarely comment . . . but sometimes I do!
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