Word count: 170 words
The children needed to learn there was more than video games and concrete. So, he moved them to the farm and his own childhood. Three faces, alternating between angelic and devilish, kept him on his toes. He had prepared them for today.
“Remember what I told you. The cow is not a pet. We are not naming the cow. He is someone’s dinner. While the cow is here we will feed him, and give him a good life.”
The children had been excited, petting and feeding the cow and asking question after question. He answered while gently reminding them not to name the cow. At last they headed into the house for dinner, homework and bed.
The next afternoon three excited children leapt off the school bus yelling as they ran up the lane.
“Whoa, slow down, one at a time.”
“Daddy can we go feed Dinner now.”
“Yes, Dinner the cow.”
“You said the cow was Dinner.”
He shook his head and laughed.
“Let’s go feed Dinner.”
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer