Cow story

Um...

Hello. Stop eating my mom's garden, please.

No really, go home.

No, the other way.

Atta girl.

One day on our most recent OK trip, Dad and I tried to convince this cow to join her own kind on the other side of a neighbor's fence. With some help from a few other neighbors who knew more about cows and fences than we do, we succeeded.

Of course, that was after I followed her down their street, by myself, in my PJs, with the whole neighborhood on their porches laughing at me. Seriously, I needed some help.

Finally, an older couple came out, with a piece of twine they use as a leash for their chihuahua. Um. OK. You rope that cow and lead her home. That can be your job, lady.

And there were some scary houses that I just stood on the road watching while she perused the backyards. I wasn't about to snoop around the broken down cars and refrigerators.

The neighbors and I sent her back down to her corner where Dad and a neighbor were waiting with a low spot in the fence. And the fun was over.

The next day, on the way to church, we saw a black cow roaming the neighborhood, but Mom wouldn't let me get out to chase her. Bummer.