Merry the Sensitive Cow

By Sophie (Age 9, German Swiss International School)

Photo via Wikimedia

In northern South Carolina a huge and beautiful farm stood. It was placed near the sea where the sea was crystal clear and where very soft waves lightly pushed against the shore. Many tourists came to feel the icy cool and refreshing water to take a dip.

Mr. Malon, the farmer, liked this site very much. Every morning he would wake up early to feed his pigs, horses, sheep and milk the cow, Merry. First he slowly walked over to the horses, then the sheep. He glanced over at the cow whilst pouring slop from a bucket into the pig's trough. He had had some troubles with the cow a few weeks before. He had already fed the horses and sheep and decided to leave Merry alone. After all, he thought she was happy. So he ran all the way to the end of his large field and took a big gulp of fresh, country air, and started walking down the road.

Merry watched him walk off into the mist which was slowly drifting down to the field. Indeed Merry was happy. She decided to roll in the grass and celebrate while she remembered the last time that Mr Malon had milked her. Merry could remember one time that she had been milked like it was yesterday. It was a dark and stormy day. The wind howled like a dog that had been forgotten to be fed for days. Big and fat rain drops had drizzled down her black and white fur. The farmer had brought a bucket and his stool. He was new at milking and being a farmer so he had brought his Macbook. Mr. Malon dropped the stool near Merry and got down low as the internet had told him. Soon he glanced over at the computer with its waterproof cover and lightly placed his hands on Merry's udder. She was so sensitive that she took a big bite out of his Macbook. She could remember how his anger raged that afternoon and how upset he was.

The second time he had milked her was also a disaster. Mr. Malon had just come back from a competition. He had won first place for his pig Pork Chop. The farmer brought home a big golden trophy for his trophy shelf (which was empty). When the farmer's truck arrived with Pork Chop, Merry could see the happiness on his face. As he jumped out of the truck he grabbed his trophy and came to milk the cow. He ran into his shed to grab his stool and bucket and went straight to work. He put his trophy down beside the cow so he could take it after he had finished milking. But as soon as he had placed his hands on her udder she took a bite out of his trophy. That put him in a bad mood for the rest of the day.

Hopefully he would never have to milk her again. Merry was happy when the farmer came back from his walk, with a squirrel that had been injured. He ran into the shed to get his stool and bucket. Then, he placed the squirrel next to the cow and touched the udders...