Cowbell

Wearing her charming antique cowbell, “Hope the Dairy Cow” moos and clangs her disapproval of containment. Taking action, she breaks down the post-and-rail fence and moves off with determination in search of a mate. We hadn't realized she’d left until we received a call informing us of the dairy cow storming over the golf course green. Following the divots and chime of her bell, my parents restored peace to the community as they wrestled her into the trailer. Measuring her single-mindedness by the levels of tintinnabulation across the countryside, we tell mother no more cows. And so she gets goats.