Daisy didn’t usually get separated from her group of girls. She liked the comfort of a crowd. But today she felt like stretching a bit. The grass was sweet and the sun shone brightly. As she ambled along an odd shaped item caught her attention. This was new. It wasn’t a patty like she or the other girls made. She looked at it with her big brown eyes. Then she sniffed. It didn’t smell like anything in her experiences. For a moment she tried to consider this object in her field but her simple little cow mind didn’t hold the question well. So she trotted on, her back foot tearing and crushing the thing and leaving little sign of it behind. She was ready to go back to her group and take a rest in the sunshine.
It had started out this morning when Aunt Paula Rhodes took her two nephews for a drive in the country with the promise of a stop in the park at the end of the ride. The boys had whooped and headed for the car eagerly, Kenny still holding his bean bag in his hand. Aunt Paula often stopped for ice cream at the end of their outings and that sounded as good as the park. The boys quarreled companionably throughout the ride. John and Kenny were shocked when Aunt Paula stopped the car on the side of the country road and yelled for them to get out. They tumbled out of the car. Aunt Paula charged out of the drivers side. She stood with her hands on her ample hips and lectured them angrily about their constant squabbling. Kenny’s lip began to stick out and his head wobbled. He hated getting into trouble. John was angry already from his last fight with Kenny and worried that Aunt Paula would leave them there. He pressed his lips together.
After the lecture Aunt Paula made them do ten jumping jacks each. “You need to get your energy under control!” she said. Not that it did much good, she reflected with a sigh. The boys did their exercises swiftly and fought each other to get back into the car. So much for a quiet country drive! They didn’t notice that the small bean bag had fallen out as they clamored into the back seat. The family drove off. The countryside expanded a bit in the quiet they left behind.
A few hours later a pair of bicyclists were also arguing as they biked down the road. Sue wanted to go out tonight and have fun. Brett thought it’d be better to stay in. “I could grill and we could eat out on the patio. Then we can watch something on demand.” He suggested coyly. They stopped to catch their breath. Sue was so frustrated. What was the point of having a boyfriend if you couldn’t show him off once in a while? She wanted some music, a crowd and dancing. A child’s bean bag lay on the ground and she picked it up and threw it as far as she could over the log fence. It landed in the field. She felt a little better. Maybe an evening in wouldn’t be too bad. Brett promised that next week they could go to her favorite restaurant. The lovers made up with a kiss. The bikers continued down the road.
The farmer decided to let the cows over to the south eastern field that day. They gathered cheerfully at the gate and he let them through. The cows bounded through the tunnel under the roadway and were in the sunshine of the south eastern field. It was familiar ground, but the grass was new to explore. It had grown a bit since they’d been here last. They separated into cliques and began exploring, resting and eating. Daisy found the toy but squashed it and forgot it. The tale of the bean bag in the farmers field might not have been ever been told except for the tourist driving through the country side who took a picture of the cow as she found it.