Username: Max
Name: Gracie
Gender: Female
Story: It was an early, saturday morning. I was helping
my uncle Russell out at the barn, when a specific little calf
caught my eye. her eyes were a light pink, and a bell was tied
around her neck. Her markings were beautiful, she was gorgeous.
"Hey. Heeeeey. You there?"
I snapped out of it and looked up at my uncle.
He dropped a trough of disgusting slop on my arms.
"Bring this to the pigs, we got to fatten them up."
Wordlessly, I brought the slop to the pigs. The pigs will eat anything.
I wondered what my uncle was doing. I saw him come back outside
with something in his hand.
A cleaver. He was headed straight toward the beautiful pink-eyed cow.
"No, wait!"
Uncle Russell looked annoyed. "What is it, darling? I'm getting good
money for this one's beef."
I wanted to throw up.
I hated it when my uncle slaughtered the animals, but I knew it had
to be done, and as he told me, that's the way life works. It's how we get
our money, selling these animal's meat. I hated it anyway.
"Please, please, please don't hurt her!"
After a lot more begging and me being unable to explain, the little baby
calf looked at my with confusion in her eyes. My heart almost melted.
"You're going to be my little calf. Is that alright with you... Gracie?"
Couple years later
"Moooooooo."
I put my pillow over my head.
"Mooooooooooooooooooo."
I groaned. "Gracie, shut up."
"Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."
I couldn't take it anymore. I got up from my bed and went down to the
barn to see what she was mooing about. When I finally saw her, I stopped
dead in my tracks. Surrounding Gracie were little calfs, black and brown
spotted calves. I didn't know she was pregnant! Grace looked down at her
calves with admiration, then looked up at me. I took a deep breath, trying
not to smile, but it was too hard. How was I going to explain this to Uncle
Russell?
