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bjbj 1. THE FLYING COW There once was a cow named Daisy. Daisy was fed up with her life
as a provider of milk on the farm. It seemed to her as though the lovely summer days were
wasted. Life was all about chewing the cud and listening to the buzzing of flies. The
only variations to her days were milking times, when the farmer s wife patted her fondly and
the farmer admired her beautiful limpid eyes while the milking machine hummed in its familiar
way. One fine summer s morning Daisy had had enough. For quite some time she had admired
the swallows that skimmed and darted about freely in the blue sky. Daisy wished to be
free too, free to fly and to see the world. She wanted to be a flying cow! At the hottest
hour of the day, Daisy decided to set off, she simply left the pasture behind. It was
time to learn how to fly. Daisy meandered across the meadows and admired the fragrant
meadow blossoms and the sun-kissed countryside. The lake looked very tempting in the summer
heat, but swimming would have to wait. She would need to find a steep hill from which
she could practice flight. Daisy continued on her way with determination, without fatigue,
hunger or thirst. Far off on the horizon she spied a high hilltop at the foot of which
there was a large open meadow. An ideal spot for flight practice! A high hilltop and a
soft landing ground With her cloven hoofs straining and her udders wobbling, she struggled
up to the very top of the hill. The world looked very large indeed when seen from high
up on the large rocky hill precipice. Daisy felt quite dizzy and all her stomachs felt
queasy. Yet, fear had to be pushed aside as a brand new world awaited the flying cow.
After all, swallows could fly too! Gingerly, Daisy took a few steps back then started off
at a sprint, pushed hard and leapt! During her flight, Daisy noticed that she was lacking
in something that the swallows had, she didn t have wings! Eeeek! Daisy plummeted towards
the ground like a rocket. And she landed with a big splash, right in the middle of soft,
squishy swamp. At that moment Daisy heard the farmer s wife calling her to morning milking.
Thank goodness! It had all just been a dreadful nightmare! How humiliating it would have been
if they would have had to tow her out of the swamp with the tractor! For the rest of the
summer Daisy chewed the cud contentedly as she listened to the buzzing of the flies and
gazed at the swallows dipping and darting about in the sky. The moral of the tale: Aim
high but keep your feet down to earth. Marita Normal Marita Microsoft Word 10.0 Otsikko
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