Well, according to records, this was written in 2005 but it fitted no where except as a fantasy flight. It has not been proof-read, just spot edited. Fortunately there is no dialogue to punctuate!
Daisy Grazer gaily pulled at the dry grass with her strong teeth and chewed on the tough stalks. It was not the same anymore. Nothing looked as green or tasted as good as the cow remembered. Being a dreamer Daisy failed to look where she was walking and consequently tripped over some strewn articles which had been tossed over into the field. Fortunately she stopped herself from completely falling over but even so managed to bruise her poor forelegs and shins.
The very cross cud-chewer looked at the cause of her trip and noticed some very strange striped garments. These look like farmer Gee’s night socks’ and Daisy pondered about them. After a moment Daisy remembered that the last time she had seen the socks was late one evening, when her mother had produced a beautiful half calf sister for her last year.
The crows observing the incident flew down and told Daisy to get the socks on and pull them up. Daisy frowned and wondered why they felt the needed for her to wear such monstrosities. After all, it was not usual to see a ruminant gallivanting around the meadows in garments of any description!
Occasionally, though, she had seen one of the far-off herds wearing a hat and so Daisy decided to go for it. It cost nothing to try but she had not reckoned on the ensuing struggle. Fortunately the crows kindly assisted in her sock fitting session and what a delightful sight she looked in the cast-off.
Daisy looked at her reflection in the nearby babbling brook and thought they looked beautiful. It was the start of a very strange day and the crowing couriers, who had instigated her current appearance, sat incessantly cawing about the beauty they now beheld. This dressing session alone would not have been problem, however the crows went on to give Daisy descriptions of the wonderful vista beyond the bend in the creek at the end of the field.
Daisy had been mindless admiring herself and chewing on the remains of her cud when the crows’ noise brought her back from her reverie. They seemed to be taunting her and even daring her to wander off the straight and narrow to taste pastures that were not hers to sample.
Stating that Daisy was now dressed for the occasion one plausible and persuasive carrion pointed out that it would be a waste of a wonderful opportunity not to satisfy her curiosity. He noticed that Daisy’s ears had pricked up at the mention of ‘Wonderful Vistas’ and ‘Verdant Pastures’.
With mind the gullible Frisian splashed her way along the brook, not realising the consequences of her trip down the creek, as it were. At the end of her journey Daisy discovered the most wondrous sight, just as the crows had promised. Lovely clover and daisy glades stretched as far as her eyes could see. Daisy was pleasantly overwhelmed by the sight.
Walking sock-hoofed onto the beautiful, soft and green pastures Daisy tentatively tasted the lush fodder. One mouthful was enoughfor her - Daisy was instantly transported to a Heaven on Earth that she, never, in her wildest dreams, expected to sample again. The grass was fresh, sweet and green so much so that the silly cow unable to resist and so Daisy just stood and fed herself until, as the saying went, the cows came home. Unfortunately Daisy was in no state of mind to follow her herd instincts and she stayed there, feeding her greedy and insatiable appetite.
Dusk came and Daisy was overcome with tiredness - after all it had been hard work climbing down the brook. Also exploring and tasting her new pasture seemed a very taxing task for a ruminant used to static grazing.
A thought crossed Daisy mind that she should get back to the cattle shed but being grassy minded she plonked herself down on the soft grass. Even though Daisy still had her wet socks on, It did not take long before the contented cow was on her way to meet the Slumber Knight.
The next morning Daisy woke to the sounds of crickets and buzzing insects. For a moment she wondered what was going on - her usual early morning crows’ chorus seemed distant today. It didn’t take long for her to decide that, given the choice, she preferred the clicking crickets and buzzing insects. They were reminiscent of days gone by when she moved onto her previous pasture.
The sleepy bovine gradually lifted her head, pointed it right up to the sky and hoisted herself up from her slumbering position. Once Daisy was standing on her feet again she looked around in wonder at her newly found paradise.
