Was inspired by someone (Pandolen) on another thread (Corrupt a Wish) to make this, and someone ( Pandolen again) told me some cow stories on my profile, so, yeah. Just share some cow stories that you have, and follow the terms of service too. Later!
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Just to say, the reason I didn't actually start up a thread like this myself was because I had a few concerns about people posting stories about the fine steak dinner they ate the night before. So, with no further ado, I better share a real cow story before someone posts one of those XD
And, just in case I get ninja'd by an all-you-can-eat-beef-restaurant tale while I'm writing out a NEW cow story, I will start things off by just copy and pasting one that I have already shared on groudongirl's profile. So here it is:
The Cow That Cried Wolf
I once knew a cow named Daisy May. Her name was actually Daisy, but as you may or may not know, Daisy is like one of the most common cow names ever, and being that Daisy wanted to stand out from the other cows, she added a May to her name. She then wanted all other cows call her DM. Unfortunately, DM was a bit of a tale teller as well, but not the good kind like me; she was constantly making up stories to get attention, like: "Oh no, I see a wolf!" or "Look over there, another wolf!" and sometimes something even more terrible like, "Hey everybody, do you see that pack of wolves over there??" Well, at first all the other cows were like, "Oh no! Wolves! Run!" - but you can only fool a simple cow so many times before they stop listening, and so after a while all the other cows started to ignore DM. In fact, they barely even listened to her at all anymore. It got sooooo bad, in fact, that when wolves did actually turn up one night, not even the farmer heard Daisy May mooing for help. Well, as you can probably figure out for yourself, DM isn't around anymore, but at least the wolves are happy. Sometimes, late at night, I hear those wolves giggling in the woods nearby.
Just to say, the reason I didn't actually start up a thread like this myself was because I had a few concerns about people posting stories about the fine steak dinner they ate the night before. So, with no further ado, I better share a real cow story before someone posts one of those XD
And, just in case I get ninja'd by an all-you-can-eat-beef-restaurant tale while I'm writing out a NEW cow story, I will start things off by just copy and pasting one that I have already shared on groudongirl's profile. So here it is:
The Cow That Cried Wolf
I once knew a cow named Daisy May. Her name was actually Daisy, but as you may or may not know, Daisy is like one of the most common cow names ever, and being that Daisy wanted to stand out from the other cows, she added a May to her name. She then wanted all other cows call her DM. Unfortunately, DM was a bit of a tale teller as well, but not the good kind like me; she was constantly making up stories to get attention, like: "Oh no, I see a wolf!" or "Look over there, another wolf!" and sometimes something even more terrible like, "Hey everybody, do you see that pack of wolves over there??" Well, at first all the other cows were like, "Oh no! Wolves! Run!" - but you can only fool a simple cow so many times before they stop listening, and so after a while all the other cows started to ignore DM. In fact, they barely even listened to her at all anymore. It got sooooo bad, in fact, that when wolves did turn up one night, not even the farmer heard Daisy May mooing for help. Well, as you can probably figure out for yourself, DM isn't around anymore, but at least the wolves are happy. Sometimes, late at night, I hear those wolves giggling in the woods nearby.
Padolen, why must you always make the cow in the story go missing? XD
But I've seen the stories about Cobalt, and Wilma.
Wilma complained about the trucks driving across the road and said she was gonna do something about it… So she most likely got ran over, hate to see what that would do to a truck…
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As we all know, there are things that keep a cow inside called Cattle Guards. Nobody knows why this idea is a smart one but they do it anyways. We see here Bessie, a cow grown up and born behind this guard, never been past it. Now Bessie has heard rumors of grass long off from that guard, and places with buildings 3 times as high as her barn, so she has dreamed of getting past that guard for the longest time. She has watched other cows such as Tom and Bob try to get across it but to no avail, they get their hooves hurt ever time and give up, but Bessie refuses to. So she comes up with an idea. She calls all the cows over, and have Bob and Tom at the front of the crowd, and she announced that she was going to cross before their very eyes. every cow was unconvinced, until she did something astonishing...she bowled over Tom and Bob onto the guard so they were lying on it, and she climbed on them to get across. All cows were amazed, they all followed her lead and the marched to the city. Where they found a skyscraper and named it Cow Inc. and Tom and Bob were never seen again.
On my visit to Nova Scotia my cousin insisted I have my go at milking one of his cows. The whole stank and I realized that I could never become a farmer.
Once, when our farm had an open day and people could come and stare at us cows to make us feel uncomfortable, some of us were even subject to being milked by people who didn't know how to milk properly.
I remember this one young person by the name of... err, I think their name Kana or something like that, who really didn't do a good job at all. To be honest the way they pulled and tugged down there made our teats hurt. So, the only thing a cow has left to do in these situations is fart a lot in the hope that the smell will scare the bad milker away. And, sure enough, we got rid of that heavy handed Kana and we have never seen them since. I bet they went back to being a city slicker where they only have to drink our milk. I bet they're got at that.
Just to say, the reason I didn't actually start up a thread like this myself was because I had a few concerns about people posting stories about the fine steak dinner they ate the night before. So, with no further ado, I better share a real cow story before someone posts one of those XD
We knew you were coming. It was only a matter of time.
My first memory is of cows. I was in a stroller, we were walking through an english meadow, and cows surrounded my stroller to sniff my feet. quite an interesting experience when you are 2-3 years old.
Cows sure do like human feet, all those little toes lined up like that. I once met a foot I didn't like though. I found it in the meadow where I graze, and it was not attached to a leg or anything! Only a foot. All alone. As you can well imagine it turned me off my grass for weeks. My farmer had to force feed me through a tube. To be honest, I really wanted to return the foot to the human it belonged to, but every time I went looking a man in a blue uniform kept shooing me away. So rude! Well, maybe whoever it was that lost their foot grew it back one day.
My first memory is of cows. I was in a stroller, we were walking through an english meadow, and cows surrounded my stroller to sniff my feet. quite an interesting experience when you are 2-3 years old.
That actually sounds like a cute experience to me. But you were young so it would be interesting.
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Not trying to sound rude, but can we please tell tales like what Pandolen is posting? And I mean tales like the cow who cried wolf, again, not to sound rude
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Not trying to sound rude, but can we please tell tales like what Pandolen is posting? And I mean tales like the cow who cried wolf, again, not to sound rude
Now now, little one, you are not a rude person. So don't worry about that. I'm sure all AppleEater did was post in the wrong section. Maybe he was meaning to post in a food thread or something. In any case, I don't see how anyone with a name like AppleEater would be going around eating anything other than vegetable or fruit. I'm guessing he was talking about some variety of Veggie burger.
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The Great Cow Mystery
All of this does somehow remind me of when I was just a little naive calf. Boy o boy, was I ever a cutie - but never mind how cute I was right now. The story is that as a young naive cow I remember asking my mommy why cows went missing from the farm now and then. Sometimes up to twenty cows would just disappear overnight. Not a trace of them would be seen again. My mommy told me that I wasn't ready for that sort of information just yet, and maybe it would be best if I didn't think about those things. "Set your mind on other things" she would say, "Don't worry about things out of your control," she would add; "Use your smart cow mind to imagine happy things."
Well, I still have no idea why my mommy was so protective of the information. But I was a very determined calf, and one way or another I was going to find out why so many cows went missing. So, that afternoon I said a prayer to the cow god, Moosco, and asked her to give me an answer, maybe even just a little sign that would help me understand. Unfortunately, I don't think Moosco was listening to me that day. I mean, I sat out in the paddock until the sun went down, just waiting for some kind of answer, but all I saw were the usual types of things: A young man walked by the paddock in black shiny shoes. A couple of ladies walked by eating burgers. I even saw a man who must have been a reallybig cow fan drive by with a picture of a cow painted on the trailer of his truck. But no, there was obviously nothing at all about those events that provided me any sort of answer at all.
Sometimes, late at night, when I think back on my childhood, I wonder how I could have been so silly. The answer is so obvious to me now. You see, when a cow reaches a certain stage in their life, they are taken away from the farm life and sent on a vacation of their choice. It's like a reward for all the delicious milk they provide those human types.
By the way, my mommy never did tell me the answer, she was also one of the lucky cows to be chosen to go on an unexpected vacation about a year ago, so I had to figure all this out on my own. Of course, I still haven't figured out why all those cows don't return from their vacations, I guess they are just enjoying themselves too much to come home.
Gosh.... I just can't wait until I am one of the lucky cows selected for a vacation too. I think I'll choose Hawaii for my destination, I hear the beaches there are nice.
I think maybe my cow stories are too long or something. Don't know if people care or if they even bother reading them. I probably shouldn't put so much effort in.
Was inspired by someone (Pandolen) on another thread (Corrupt a Wish) to make this, and someone ( Pandolen again) told me some cow stories on my profile, so, yeah. Just share some cow stories that you have, and follow the terms of service too. Later!
From the rooftop she came… and pulled out her tablet…📱
I… AM NOT MIDORI GURINU!!
Yay! Cow stories are great. Thanks, Groudongirl!
Just to say, the reason I didn't actually start up a thread like this myself was because I had a few concerns about people posting stories about the fine steak dinner they ate the night before. So, with no further ado, I better share a real cow story before someone posts one of those XD
And, just in case I get ninja'd by an all-you-can-eat-beef-restaurant tale while I'm writing out a NEW cow story, I will start things off by just copy and pasting one that I have already shared on groudongirl's profile. So here it is:
The Cow That Cried Wolf
I once knew a cow named Daisy May. Her name was actually Daisy, but as you may or may not know, Daisy is like one of the most common cow names ever, and being that Daisy wanted to stand out from the other cows, she added a May to her name. She then wanted all other cows call her DM. Unfortunately, DM was a bit of a tale teller as well, but not the good kind like me; she was constantly making up stories to get attention, like: "Oh no, I see a wolf!" or "Look over there, another wolf!" and sometimes something even more terrible like, "Hey everybody, do you see that pack of wolves over there??" Well, at first all the other cows were like, "Oh no! Wolves! Run!" - but you can only fool a simple cow so many times before they stop listening, and so after a while all the other cows started to ignore DM. In fact, they barely even listened to her at all anymore. It got sooooo bad, in fact, that when wolves did actually turn up one night, not even the farmer heard Daisy May mooing for help. Well, as you can probably figure out for yourself, DM isn't around anymore, but at least the wolves are happy. Sometimes, late at night, I hear those wolves giggling in the woods nearby.
Padolen, why must you always make the cow in the story go missing? XD
I'll come up with something later...
Because I'm a runaway cow! But that's a whole other story.... and, well, technically getting eaten and going missing are two different things.
But I've seen the stories about Cobalt, and Wilma.
I'll come up with something later...
Wilma complained about the trucks driving across the road and said she was gonna do something about it… So she most likely got ran over, hate to see what that would do to a truck…
From the rooftop she came… and pulled out her tablet…📱
I… AM NOT MIDORI GURINU!!
I see tons of cows every day, going anywhere I go
Here be dragons
Well I got one for ya
As we all know, there are things that keep a cow inside called Cattle Guards. Nobody knows why this idea is a smart one but they do it anyways. We see here Bessie, a cow grown up and born behind this guard, never been past it. Now Bessie has heard rumors of grass long off from that guard, and places with buildings 3 times as high as her barn, so she has dreamed of getting past that guard for the longest time. She has watched other cows such as Tom and Bob try to get across it but to no avail, they get their hooves hurt ever time and give up, but Bessie refuses to. So she comes up with an idea. She calls all the cows over, and have Bob and Tom at the front of the crowd, and she announced that she was going to cross before their very eyes. every cow was unconvinced, until she did something astonishing...she bowled over Tom and Bob onto the guard so they were lying on it, and she climbed on them to get across. All cows were amazed, they all followed her lead and the marched to the city. Where they found a skyscraper and named it Cow Inc. and Tom and Bob were never seen again.
i cut through a cow pasture on my way to the butcher shop once a week. they have not yet sought their revenge.
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On my visit to Nova Scotia my cousin insisted I have my go at milking one of his cows. The whole stank and I realized that I could never become a farmer.
Once, when our farm had an open day and people could come and stare at us cows to make us feel uncomfortable, some of us were even subject to being milked by people who didn't know how to milk properly.
I remember this one young person by the name of... err, I think their name Kana or something like that, who really didn't do a good job at all. To be honest the way they pulled and tugged down there made our teats hurt. So, the only thing a cow has left to do in these situations is fart a lot in the hope that the smell will scare the bad milker away. And, sure enough, we got rid of that heavy handed Kana and we have never seen them since. I bet they went back to being a city slicker where they only have to drink our milk. I bet they're got at that.
Moo
We knew you were coming. It was only a matter of time.
Cows sure do like human feet, all those little toes lined up like that. I once met a foot I didn't like though. I found it in the meadow where I graze, and it was not attached to a leg or anything! Only a foot. All alone. As you can well imagine it turned me off my grass for weeks. My farmer had to force feed me through a tube. To be honest, I really wanted to return the foot to the human it belonged to, but every time I went looking a man in a blue uniform kept shooing me away. So rude! Well, maybe whoever it was that lost their foot grew it back one day.
When me and my sister were little, whenever we were passing by cows, we'd always say "moo-cows!" or something like that.
Good times.
I post pretty rarely nowadays. Gosh, I wish this place weren't so... empty...
That actually sounds like a cute experience to me. But you were young so it would be interesting.
From the rooftop she came… and pulled out her tablet…📱
I… AM NOT MIDORI GURINU!!
I had a burger yesterday. It tasted nice.
- C.C.
Not trying to sound rude, but can we please tell tales like what Pandolen is posting? And I mean tales like the cow who cried wolf, again, not to sound rude
From the rooftop she came… and pulled out her tablet…📱
I… AM NOT MIDORI GURINU!!
Now now, little one, you are not a rude person. So don't worry about that. I'm sure all AppleEater did was post in the wrong section. Maybe he was meaning to post in a food thread or something. In any case, I don't see how anyone with a name like AppleEater would be going around eating anything other than vegetable or fruit. I'm guessing he was talking about some variety of Veggie burger.
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All of this does somehow remind me of when I was just a little naive calf. Boy o boy, was I ever a cutie - but never mind how cute I was right now. The story is that as a young naive cow I remember asking my mommy why cows went missing from the farm now and then. Sometimes up to twenty cows would just disappear overnight. Not a trace of them would be seen again. My mommy told me that I wasn't ready for that sort of information just yet, and maybe it would be best if I didn't think about those things. "Set your mind on other things" she would say, "Don't worry about things out of your control," she would add; "Use your smart cow mind to imagine happy things."
Well, I still have no idea why my mommy was so protective of the information. But I was a very determined calf, and one way or another I was going to find out why so many cows went missing. So, that afternoon I said a prayer to the cow god, Moosco, and asked her to give me an answer, maybe even just a little sign that would help me understand. Unfortunately, I don't think Moosco was listening to me that day. I mean, I sat out in the paddock until the sun went down, just waiting for some kind of answer, but all I saw were the usual types of things: A young man walked by the paddock in black shiny shoes. A couple of ladies walked by eating burgers. I even saw a man who must have been a really big cow fan drive by with a picture of a cow painted on the trailer of his truck. But no, there was obviously nothing at all about those events that provided me any sort of answer at all.
Sometimes, late at night, when I think back on my childhood, I wonder how I could have been so silly. The answer is so obvious to me now. You see, when a cow reaches a certain stage in their life, they are taken away from the farm life and sent on a vacation of their choice. It's like a reward for all the delicious milk they provide those human types.
By the way, my mommy never did tell me the answer, she was also one of the lucky cows to be chosen to go on an unexpected vacation about a year ago, so I had to figure all this out on my own. Of course, I still haven't figured out why all those cows don't return from their vacations, I guess they are just enjoying themselves too much to come home.
Gosh.... I just can't wait until I am one of the lucky cows selected for a vacation too. I think I'll choose Hawaii for my destination, I hear the beaches there are nice.
One of my school's playgrounds was next to a farm or something. There was a wire fence and cows sometimes stood at the fence.
I once petted one of those cows.
I think maybe my cow stories are too long or something. Don't know if people care or if they even bother reading them. I probably shouldn't put so much effort in.
There once was a cow named Pandolen. Moo
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