And the Metal Monster that Missed
She always knew she was different, the White Cow Called Lucky, after all, the other cows in the herd were dark. Not black and not dark brown like dirt, but almost the colour of the leaves as they wither and fall from the eucalyptus trees in paddock.
No, the White Cow Called Lucky wasn’t brown at all, she wasn’t the colour of the falling leaves. She was the colour of the tree trunk, that hard stoic white part of the tree that stands tall and holds the leaves before they died.
The White Cow Called Lucky stood tall too. Though she was still young, she was older than the other calves, those new-borns who acted so silly and didn’t stay in the paddock. It was dangerous outside the paddock. Outside the paddock you could get hurt. Outside the paddock, one of those metal monsters could hit you and you’d die like the leaves that fall from the trees.
Outside the paddock, those metal monsters travelled along the winding black path where they often hit cows, and, they rarely missed.
The White Cow Called Lucky didn’t like the black path. She liked to stay in the paddock where it was safe.
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On this not-so-bright sunny day, the White Cow Called Lucky noticed a new-born walking too far from the paddock.
“Look!” She called to the new-born’s mother, but the new-born’s mother was busy eating grass on the other side of the paddock.
The White Cow Called Lucky knew she had to do something.
“Come back!” She called to the new-born. “Come back!”
Panic set in as the White Cow Called Lucky heard a metal monster approaching.
“Come back!” She called frantically, but the new-born didn’t hear her.
The White Cow Called Lucky walked closer to the edge of the paddock and saw the new-born standing in the middle of the winding black path the metal monsters travelled on.
She heard the metal monster getting closer.
“Run!” She cried to the new-born.
The new-born heard the panic in the voice of White Cow Called Lucky and ran just as a metal monster roared down the black path.
How the new-born made it to the other side she’ll never know, but as the White Cow Called Lucky let out a huge sigh of relief, she noticed she was staring right at the metal monster. She was standing on the black path and the metal monster was charging right towards her. Her heart quickened to think she would die here on a winding black path the metal monsters travelled on just like her mother.
“NO!” She told herself. “Not today!”
She saw the metal monster was moving to her right, away from where the new-born had stood, and she thought if only she could jump high enough, she could jump right over the metal monster, and get to where the new-born was standing in the paddock on the other side of the black path the metal monsters travelled on.
With all her might, she lifted her front legs and gave and almighty push-off with her back legs.
The White Cow Called Lucky had never jumped so high before.
She sailed right over the front of that metal monster and landed safely on the other side of the black path. She was relieved that the metal monster didn’t seem interested in her and it swerved a few more times as if there were other cows on the black path and then continued on its way.
“Aha!” She cried jubilantly. “You missed me!”
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I have no idea how we missed hitting both cows as we rounded a corner and they were standing in the middle of the road, but I am so glad we did. Thank goodness Dean was driving.
Everything happened so quickly his heart didn’t even have time to miss a beat.
Everything happened so slowly, each second of those near-fateful few keep playing over, and over in my head.