‘In the community they occasionally tell the story of the great cow chase – how they were caught and how they escaped yet again. They tell of the Knutson family, Mom, Dad, Adrina, Sami, Kristi, and Deanna, and of the owners of the cows, Grandma and Grandpa Lightwood. And because these hilarious stories about late night ventures is a topic rarely talked about, it has always been laughed at whenever it comes up in most conversations about the homestead. But as the story takes place on an old farm, there are only ancient and new things, late and early things, clean and cow-pie covered things, and no in-between anywhere but the kitchen sink.
If this story is thought to be a lie, perhaps everyone can see past the deception of an easy, clean life and marvel about the excitement of chasing cows. In any case, they say in the community that…’
This is the introduction to “The Pearl” by John Steinbeck, although I have reworded it to fit into my own epic adventure, an adventure that mostly dealt with cows. I also have to specify that it was more than one story, more than one late night, and more than one foot accidentally stepping into a stray cow pie. Specific details are too hard to go into, because if I do, I may never get out. I could start with the late night phone calls, Grandpa on the other end explaining that the cows had escaped, again. I would continue with the pajamas, rubber boots, and flashlights, with the wandering around the homestead looking for any random cows strolling about. Then I would almost end with Grandpa telling us that he wanted to weigh the cows the next day, and how we reluctantly agreed to the long hours, killer mosquitoes, and stubborn cows. And the conclusion; crawling into bed with the fragrance of cows filling your nose. It’s all part of life living on a homestead, and thankfully, the Lightwoods no longer own any cows.
If this story is thought to be a lie, perhaps everyone can see past the deception of an easy, clean life and marvel about the excitement of chasing cows. In any case, they say in the community that…’
This is the introduction to “The Pearl” by John Steinbeck, although I have reworded it to fit into my own epic adventure, an adventure that mostly dealt with cows. I also have to specify that it was more than one story, more than one late night, and more than one foot accidentally stepping into a stray cow pie. Specific details are too hard to go into, because if I do, I may never get out. I could start with the late night phone calls, Grandpa on the other end explaining that the cows had escaped, again. I would continue with the pajamas, rubber boots, and flashlights, with the wandering around the homestead looking for any random cows strolling about. Then I would almost end with Grandpa telling us that he wanted to weigh the cows the next day, and how we reluctantly agreed to the long hours, killer mosquitoes, and stubborn cows. And the conclusion; crawling into bed with the fragrance of cows filling your nose. It’s all part of life living on a homestead, and thankfully, the Lightwoods no longer own any cows.
