A week later I reached my destination. I didn’t even ask Mark if I could reach him: he looked so available and happy to have many people around him who could help with his work, so I assumed he didn’t care if I didn’t warn him sooner.
But there was a problem: I really hated cheese, its smell, its taste… totally grody. Consequently, while I was getting off the bus, I hoped it would not make me do those giant and stinky cheese wheels. I began to walk along a wide hill and I started to repeat myself: “This is a holiday! Work little, much relaxion… work little… much relaxion.”.
After a short asphalt journey, I reached a flat area surrounded by green pastures filled with flowers of every color, and there, over the hill I saw Mark’s dairy. As might be expected, also the dairy and cow’s stables were surrounded by pastures fenced with low-voltage electric wire. I was walking peacefully thinking about my meeting with Mark when I heard a voice from the pastures to my right.
«Save me, please I mooo…»
I turned to that voice but the only things I saw was a fat swiss cow with red spots. At first, I was puzzle and I looked at the cow questioningly but than I started laughing. Cows were such a stupid animal, every part of his body seemed so uncomfortable: hooves… horns… that muzzle… Last but not least: its udder.
In particular, that specific red and white cow had a cumbersome and spongy udder. At that particular time I decided that I also hated cows and I just keeping laughing in its “face”.
“I see your having fun”. I turned to the new voice: was Mark. I noticed two things: first – he wasn’t happy… he was angry – second – he had a lasso in his hands and the fence behind him was open.