It was a cold dreary day in November. The setting of this story is on Robbin's Family Farm. The Farm is Northeast Pennsylvania. It is a nice farm; there is plenty of room to roam in the fields and the workers are some of the best in the state. Although the farm is small in size, there is a lot going on. There is Mrs. Robbin who takes care of the other cows and animals, there is Mr. Robbin who fixes everything that needs fixing and helps milk the cows. They work on the farm and own it. They also have a son. His name is Thomas and he is a very hard worker. When he is not working on the farm, he is working at Central Valley High School where he is a teacher. The Robbins are amazing people and are hard workers.
It was a cold weekend in November when one of my favorite memories happened on this farm. It was around twelve o’clock noon when I saw a green pick-up truck pull up to the farm. I was confused because I have never seen this truck in my life. All of a sudden,a rumor broke loose in the herd.
“There selling one of us!” I heard someone moo.
I watched a tall man with a red shirt and black cowboy boots get out of the truck. He looked intimidating. He started walking toward the house. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. He slowly walked up to the front door where he met Thomas. They shook hands and began to walk toward us. My heart beat faster with each step they came closer. Thomas opened the gate and on instinct, I booked it.
“Hey! Get back here” Thomas yelled at me.
I was gone. I never looked back until I thought I was clear. I was about a mile away when I turned around. I was shocked. Thomas has been chasing me this whole time and he is now gaining ground. I turned and kept running, this time faster. I was gone with the wind. That is what I thought at least. When I came to the realization that he was still following me, I got mad.
Then I thought, “What if I chased him away?” I smirked. I turned and ran toward him. His face dropped and he was running away from me in horror within seconds. I chased poor Thomas for about another mile. Then he got thirsty. He took a long drink in the creek where I noticed I was thirsty as well. As I was drinking, we both remembered why we were there. He stood and started chasing me again. Eventually, he caught me and walked me back to the farm.
To my surprise, when we returned no one was getting sold after all. That man that came in the truck was actually the farrier. He was using his rasp to file the other cows’ hooves. Everyone else was done getting their hooves trimmed and filed by the time that it was my turn. I was ashamed and embarrassed that I let myself get worked up enough to run away and waste time. As I was getting my hooves getting taken care of, Thomas watched.
From that moment on, I learned that I should wait and get the whole story of what is going on before I react in a crazy way. That lesson has stuck with me from that moment and will stick with me until the day I die.
This story has both changed me, and life in the farm. I do not panic anymore when there are visitors and I do not listen to rumors. Security around the farm has increased as well. Now there are much more farm hands watching over us and the fences are inspected once a week just to ensure that another escape does not happen. Since that day I have become a well behaved cow and I have not caused an ounce of trouble since the day I got away.
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