A Cow's Tale

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Chapter One

“THIS seems just a little insane,” Brenda said.

“What part of it?” The man who liked to be called Farmer John grinned back at her.

Brenda waved her arms around indicating the building and land around them. “This. Everything. All of it. The situation.”

John laughed politely. “I’ve found a niche that works and…well, there’s no reason for me to question it.”

The farm they were on was small, almost too small, to be profitable or even to exist squeezed between industrial development on one side and ever-expanding suburbs on the other. It had been a large dairy farm at one point, but over the years the owner had sold of small parcels of land eventually shrinking it down to little more than a few acres with a traditional farmhouse in one corner and two small red barns on the opposite side of the acreage that served as a pasture. They were walking from one of the barns back across the pasture where they were observed by a pair of cows placidly chewing their cud.

“You still have actual dairy cows here?”

John chuckled again. He was significantly older than Brenda, maybe twice her twenty-five years. “Yes. I like to make it seem like I’m running an actual farm here, even if it is more or a hobby at this point.”

“Except for the actual cows that keep you in business,” Brenda pointed out.

“Yup,” he agreed. “Cows like you keep me in business.”

She shivered with fear and excitement at being called a cow. In middle school it had been an insult, just another way of calling a girl fat. Brenda hadn’t been fat by any means while a teenager, but she had been tall and athletic, so the epithet had been tossed her way more than once especially when she started developing breasts that had seemed too large for her thin frame. Eventually she grew into her chest and became perfectly proportional, though the barbs of seventh grade still stung. Now, however, it meant something completely different and she was willingly walking into the label.

Barbara stopped walking. John continued on for two steps before stopping and turning around to look at her. “Do you really call them that?” she asked. “Cows?”

Once again John let out his friendly chuckle. She had a good idea how old he was, but he looked and acted younger. Maybe not as young as she was, but close enough. The way he wore his jeans and flannel shirt made him seem very youthful. “Actually, no. I call them ladies. They call themselves cows, at least among each other. I think it’s one of those instances of taking an insult and turning it into a proud label.”

“Oh, like geek or nerd or fag?”

“Yeah, like that.” He nodded toward the farmhouse. “Would you like to meet some of the ladies?”

To her it seemed too early in this whole process to actually meet a woman who wanted to be a cow, but John seemed to think it was a good idea, so Brenda went along with it. “Sure. Are they in the house?” she asked, confused. A glance back at the barn they hadn’t visited seemed to call to her. She figured that would be where the real business of the farm took place. The first barn he had shown her was set up to milk the actual four-legged cows that wandered around the pasture.

“Of course. You think I have them milk in the barn?”

“Um…yes?” She laughed at her own silliness.

“I’ve converted a room in the house for the ladies. It’s very comfortable. It’s also easier to get to the house rather than having to walk across the pasture to get to the barn.”

Brenda looked around and realized what he meant. There was a long driveway ...