My good friend Marie and I love to write and we are always bouncing ideas off of each other. We came up with the idea of writing a short story where she wrote the firsrt half and I wrote the second. This particular story came about after several text messages back & forth about random cow related things, including cow art. So, before you read my part, hop on over to her blog to read the begining and the come back to read the ending. Enjoy :-)
Zoey sighed as she continued to follow the other calves into the truck. No matter how much her back hurt, she knew that she had to keep up the facade until they could find out where the cows were being taken. The calves mooed softly in protest as they entered the truck's dark interior. At least with the back of the truck being covered and the fact that there was no moon, it would allow Zoey to sit like a human being as they traveled to wherever it was that they were going. It would allow her back to rest a little bit before she had to assume the cow position again.
It seemed like hours riding in the back of the dusty and slightly smelly truck when Zoey felt it slow down. She slowly got to her feet, but a truck hit a slight bump causing her to fall hard on her butt. Great, just great, she thought to herself. Not only does my back hurt from being all hunched over but now I have a massive bruise on my backside. Zoey groaned but silenced it quickly as the door to the back of the truck opened. She shoved the stupid mask back down over face and assumed the cow position. She heard no human voices as she followed the cows out of the truck, down a ramp and into a brick building. She had no clue where she was. Figuring since no one was around; she tried to give Lucy and Garrett an update.
"Guys, we've stopped and all the cows have been unloaded. Not sure what to do now, any suggestions?"
Zoey paused to see if she got a response. Static was her only reply. "Great I'm out of range,” she muttered to herself. Shrugging her shoulders and stuffing the walkie back into her jeans, she cow walked through the herd, looking around to see if she could figure out where she was or at least a way that she could leave.
She had almost made a complete circuit of the room before she found a black door, which it was a little wider than a normal door, that was tucked near a corner of the building. Glancing around, she still saw no human beings, so she grabbed the door handle and pulled. Once she pulled it far enough to poke her head through, her jaw dropped in shock. The room beyond the door held three different stations labeled strawberry, chocolate and vanilla. There were cows at each station, hooked up to automatic milkers. The milk that flowed from the cows, through tubes and into huge steel vats corresponded in color to the flavor above each station. Holy crap, Zoey thought to herself, they've figured out how to get cows to give flavored milk! No one is going to believe this. She inched herself further into the room to get a better look. The cows looked healthy and happy, at least as happy as she had ever seen a cow.
Zoey stood up in the doorway and pushed the mask off her face, mesmerized by what she saw. Maybe this was where bottled chocolate, strawberry and vanilla milk came from. She had always thought that the bottled stuff tasted better than when she made it herself. Then suddenly and without warning, Zoey felt her arms being forced behind her. A gravelly voice hissed in her ear, "No one will ever believe you if you talk about this" then a hood was shoved over her head, turning her world black.
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