Movin’ Cows

by Baxter Black
 
“Truly a beautiful day to be movin’ cows to summer pasture,” observed Steve’s boss. Satisfaction wafted off him in gently rising curls. Steve wiped a streak of green off his pant leg with a flat stick. They’d loaded the cows in a hired semi and the calves into a converted hay wagon. This wagon had rubber tires, a long tongue and twelve-foot handcrafted (homemade) side boards. There was enough wire at the corners to run transatlantic cable from New York to the Canary Islands!
 
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