Cowland(1)
Lily Cow is fed up. She has just discovered that all her brothers are about to be sent off to the slaughterhouse and she is going to be milked senseless until the end of her days, and that is the lucky option. “Flip that anyway,” she says, “I´ll rustle me up a gang of dairy cows and we´ll get organised and bust our brothers and all the other cattle out of that hellhole. Then we´ll hijack the first boat we find and steer a course for India.”
The other cows just look at her dumbly and chew the cud, they have heard this kind of ranting before. Lily stares up into the rolling clouds and dreams of India. It sounds like a fine place. That´s if it really exists. Apparently you can be condemned to death for killing cows there. Cattle are considered sacred. It doesn´t matter if it is an accident or not, you just don´t kill cows. A little bird once told her that she had heard of a man who was punished for accidentally knocking down a cow that was crossing the road. It was too good to believe. Cow heaven is really here on earth. All she has to do now is draw up the plans for the big breakout.