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Cow Whisperer

I looked to my brother, who was staring just as blankly at me. We could hear the shouts of the young girl in front of us. Her shrieks and calls. We really did try to understand her, but we just spoke different languages. She communicated through noise, and we communicated more through body langue. I kind of felt bad, like we might have intimidated her or something. She must have only been four feet, and well, my brother and I both were big guys, around 450 pounds at the least. I watched her waving her arms in the air, as she grew more distressed. My brother had wandered away by that point, he was always grazing and I started to as well but the girl did something that caught my eye. She started chewing dramatically, then rubbed her stomach after. I think she was trying to tell us that she was hungry. Which didn’t make any sense to me, there was enough grass for her to. But then my brother walked back over and whispered; “I think she’s telling us that she wants to eat us.” He said. Then it almost made sense. I didn’t know what else to do, so I moved all four legs of mine closer to the fence and stared at her with my brown eyes till she started jumping in the air. Along with swinging her arms up and over the fence, then I got it. She was telling my brother and I to jump the fence, or we were going to get eaten. And that’s how we ended up here, in the forest, explaining this all to you – the wild horses.

Written by: Alecia Writes

I would love to hear your feedback on this story, and I am open to kind constructive criticism.

Side Note: This is a true story, which I thought would be a fun story to share with you all from a different view-point. When I was younger, my family and I kept our horse at a farm that had two cows, myself being a child and not really understanding the concept of where meat comes from – I spent about an hour telling the cows to run away because they were going to get eaten and the next day the old farmer told us that the cows really did understand; because they jumped the very high fence and ran out into the forest. But to all my effort’s he did get the cows back after a few days of looking for them. I remember feeling so bad, that I baked him chocolate chip cookies and wrote an apology letter to him afterwards.

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3 thoughts on “Cow Whisperer

  1. Thanks for your side note. I grew up in the country near cattle farms, and worked on one. I always wondered if the animals knew their D-day had come… thanks!

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