Jack owned a thriving cattle farm in Wisconsin, right in the heart of the USA. His daily routine on the farm was about to be disrupted by one of his cows.
As he followed the cow, he noticed that it was heading towards a part of the field he rarely visited. It was a secluded corner bounded by a small wooded area. Jack felt a sense of unease as they approached. He had heard stories of strange happenings in the woods, though he had never experienced anything himself.
Jack stood frozen, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, he felt like he was in danger. But then, as he looked at the cow, he noticed something peculiar. Why was the cow behaving like this? What did Jack see, and would he be able to help the cow?
Jack had seen cows behave strangely before, but never like this. As he approached the cow, a chill ran down his spine. There was something off about its behavior. He felt compelled to take action…
As Jack stood there, just a meter away from the animal, he noticed that the cow kept looking in a particular direction. He followed its gaze but saw nothing out of the ordinary. It was the same fields and trees he had seen a hundred times before. But then, he spotted something strange…
But then, as he turned to walk away, he heard the cow moo again, this time louder. He looked back at her and saw that she had started moving in a different direction. She seemed to be purposefully heading somewhere and not just aimlessly wandering.
As he followed the cow, he noticed that it was heading towards a part of the field he rarely visited. It was a secluded corner bounded by a small wooded area. Jack felt a sense of unease as they approached. He had heard stories of strange things happening in the woods, though he had never experienced anything himself.
The cow seemed unaware of Jack’s presence as it continued on. Its mooing had grown quieter, but Jack could still hear it. It was almost as if the cow was leading him somewhere.
As they neared the edge of the woods, Jack felt his heartbeat quicken. He had never felt so nervous around a cow before. Just as he was about to turn back, he noticed that the cow suddenly stopped and turned towards him…
Jack’s confusion turned to shock as he realized what was happening. The cow wasn’t behaving strangely after all. She was trying to get his attention to help her calf. What should he do? Help the calf himself or call a veterinarian?
As Jack took a step forward, the cow turned to face him, causing him to stop. He didn’t want to startle her, but he couldn’t just stand there and do nothing. With a few more cautious steps, the cow continued to stare at him as if waiting for him to do something.
Taking another step forward, the cow moved aside, as if encouraging him to come closer. Jack hesitated for a moment, then slowly approached the calf. It was lying on the ground, trembling and softly bleating.
He had seen cows do stranger things before. As Jack knelt beside the calf, he noticed that the cow had stepped back, giving him space to work. She seemed to trust him, which was a relief.
Then, he looked around, searching for something to clean the calf with. He spotted a small stream nearby and hurried over. He cupped his hands, filling them with water, and splashed it onto the calf’s fur to rinse away the afterbirth.
Jack did his best to clean the calf and then looked around for something to feed it. He didn’t spot any other cows nearby, and he knew the calf needed milk to survive. He pondered over this predicament, racking his brain for a solution.
As the calf drank, Jack looked up to the cow. She still observed him, but there was something different in her eyes now. It was gratitude. Jack felt connected to the cow and her calf. He knew he had done something important, even if it was just helping an animal in need.
While pondering his next move, he noticed the cow softly mooing. She turned around and walked away, back to the herd. Jack watched, feeling a sense of awe. He had followed a stranger cow and ultimately saved a newborn calf’s life. It was a surreal moment that he would likely never forget in his entire life.
He blinked, trying to discern what it was. It was a figure, a human figure moving swiftly across the field toward the herd. Jack felt unease wash over him. Who was this person? What were they doing here?
As the man approached the herd, he began shouting and waving his arms. The cows scattered in all directions. Horrified, Jack watched as the man grabbed a newborn calf and callously threw it into his large bag, as if it were nothing more than an object.
Jack’s blood boiled. How dare this man come here and do such a thing? He knew he had to do something, but he didn’t know what. He was just one man, and this man had a bag with a stolen calf.
As he approached the cow, she turned towards him. He could see the intelligence in her eyes, the awareness of what was happening around her. He spoke softly to her, hoping she would understand.
As they got closer, Jack could see the man’s face. He looked rough, with a wild beard and a crazed expression. He seemed to not care that he was stealing these animals from their mothers, that they were living beings.
The man tried to push past the cow, but she wouldn’t budge. He yelled and shouted, swinging the bag with the stolen calf in the air. Jack felt anger rising within him.
The criminal stumbled backward, dropping the bag with the stolen calves. Jack felt a sense of shock wash over him. He had never seen anything like it before. Cow justice being served.
Jack watched as the man stumbled backward and dropped the bag with the stolen calf. He felt a sense of relief wash over him, but it was short-lived.
Jack ran over to the calf, to help and assess if it was injured. His heart pounded in his chest. He could see it was hurt, its leg twisted at a strange angle.
The cow joined him, standing protectively over the injured calf. Jack felt a sense of gratitude towards her. Without her assistance, he would have never been able to stop the man from stealing the rest of the herd.
Jack was astonished. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Had the cow somehow managed to mark herself? Or was it something else? Was someone playing a trick on him?
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. He quickly scribbled a message on it, thanking the cow for her help and expressing how much he appreciated everything she had done. Although he knew a cow couldn’t read or understand it, it still felt good.
The cow sniffed his hand once more and then turned to walk away. Jack watched as she rejoined the rest of the herd, feeling a sense of awe at the connection he had witnessed.
At precisely 7:00 am the next morning, a large livestock truck pulled onto Jack’s farm. It would take several hours, as always, to load all the calves. Their cries sounded fearful and desperate.
It almost seemed as if they knew the journey would lead to a slaughterhouse. Jack was torn. The suffering his calves would endure in the next few hours, perhaps even days, was indescribable. But without the money from the slaughterhouse, he couldn’t pay his mortgage. Maybe he should have listened to his wife and switched to farming crops alongside the cattle.