The Cow Committee

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Once upon a time at the start of all creation Angels sat upon a cloud. An odd conglomeration Of buckaroos from near and far but not there from the city. Their job; to build a brand new beast. They were the Cow Committee.

“Now me, I’d like some floppy ears,” suggested Texas Jake. “Floppy ears would freeze plum off on the Powder or the Snake!” “Up north we need some curly hair,” Said Colorado Bill, “Hide that’s tight and hair that’s thick to ward against the chill.”

“Hold yer horses, one and all,” Said Omaha Eugene, “Nebraska needs a fleshy cow; a real corn machine!” “She’d waste away!” cried Tucson Bob, “What we need’s a hump. One who’ll live on tumbleweeds and run from clump to clump.”



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