Cowland(3)
Gillespie opens the gate. Boozer barks. Then a thousand violins shrilling any old note and some idiot rattling bells sound inside Gillespie´s head. He turns around. To his horror the chickens are out of the chicken run and they are trying to play their out of tune violins. Gillespie shouts,”Go back to bed,” at them and they slink back to the run. He looks at boozer who quickly hides the bells and a conductors baton behind his back. Farmer Gillespie grabs the bells off him. “Hey,” he starts, “ these belong to Lily and the other cows,”
Then they enter the fields to investigate. The field is empty. Only a few seagulls float down onto the grass.
“Seagulls inland Boozer, that means bad weather´s coming.” says Gillespie in a very sage-like way. Boozer barks something that sounds abusive. Luckily Gillespie doesn´t speak dog, but he soon gets the message. “What the blue blazes? Where are the cows?
He roares so loudly he almost blows the trousers off himself.
“BOOZER, GO GET THE PIG. HE´LL KNOW WHAT TO DO HERE.”
The rest of the cow bells are lying embedded in the frost hard cow pats. Boozer prances back to the farmhouse leaving Gillespie standing there with his mouth dangling wide open and the flies buzzing in and out of his two ears.