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by Billy Miner

  Indy watches the dog sneak towards the bush the sound is coming from. Bruno bends down and gets ready to pounce whatever is in there. But then he sees it. He relaxes and walks towards it.

  “Well, what do you know? I never would have thought I would see you here,” Bruno says.

  “Who is it?” Indy shouts. Then she just decides to go towards the two talking animals.

  It is the donkey.

  “What the…?” Indy says. “I thought you never went anywhere because you were happy with the life you had. How come we end up finding you here?”

  “Okay, let me explain,” the donkey, whose name is Gus, says promptly. “I always pretended I didn’t want to leave the farm so nobody would suspect anything. But every night, I snuck out for at least a few hours. Sometimes, when you weren’t looking, I even escaped during the day. But this time, I have gone farther than what I am used to. But I know a shortcut, so whenever you’re ready to go back, I can help you. You obviously took a detour, since I haven’t see you all day.”

  “That would be nice,” Indy says. “Well played. But now we know your secret.”

  “Ah,” Gus says. “You’re right, so in that case, I will only help you return home if you promise not to tell anyone.”

  “I was just joking. I wouldn’t tell anyone, just like you won’t tell anyone we were out here, right?”

  “Yes. I mean, no, I won’t tell anyone.”

  “Good,” Bruno says. “This secret binds us. But first, we have more important matters to attend to. We found a baby deer. His name is Bambam and he is completely lost. Do you have any idea where to look?”

  “No. I guess we can just comb the meadows.”

  “Do what?” Indy asks.

  “You know, comb the meadows… look everywhere… search as much as we can. That kind of thing.”

  “Ah, I get it. No problem. Let’s go back to sleep and start looking in the morning.”

  They all go back to sleep. The donkey joins them in their night’s rest.

  Chapter 7: Home

  The six animals wake up and enjoy the bright light of the rising sun. They each stretch their arms and legs and blink rub their eyes.

  “Hey, look at this,” Porky says. “It was getting dark when we got here yesterday, so I never saw these here, but look at how clear they are.”

  He is pointing at tracks in the sand.

  “Interesting,” Indy admits. “They look like deer tracks. It wouldn’t surprise me if your mother came by here not too long ago before we arrived, Bambam. Let’s follow these tracks and I am sure we will find your mom in no time.”

  “Yay!” the little deer exclaims.

  “Hey, Bruno. Wake up,” Indy says. “The sun is up. We are going to find Bambam’s mom.”

  Bruno stays asleep. He is dead tired because of staying up all night. Indy shakes him back and forth by pushing him a little.

  “Wake up, sleepy head!” he says. “Come on! Get up!”

  Some of the animals scratch their heads, wondering what to do. It looks like nothing will wake up this sleeping dog. But they need to wake him up or they will be split up and get lost. But Gus has an idea. He stands very close and inhales.

  “Heee-haaaaaw!!!!!”

  The noise wakes him up instantly. Still startled and tensed a little, the dog yawns and agrees to join them on their search.

  It takes a few hours, but eventually, they feel it in the air. There is somebody else there, another animal. And according to Bruno, it could be a deer. They walk up the hill, and there she is, along with a dozen other deer.

  “Mom!” Bambam yells.

  “Bambam!” his mother yells back after looking down.

  They both run towards each other and cuddle a little bit before Bambam tells her the whole story. He goes way too fast, since that’s what little kids do sometimes, but his mother is happy and patient enough to let him finish.

  “Mom, I got lost and ended up on these farmlands, and then the horse and the dog and the cat and the chickens came and pulled me out of the mud and said they would take me to you. And then we went on a train, and there was a bear, but he was stuck, so we freed him from his chains, so the train stopped but the men followed us. And then we crossed the dam the beaver had built, and one of the guys almost drowned. And then we got attacked by exploding creepers. It was really scary, but I didn’t cry. And then we found the donkey, and we were sleeping on the hill under a tree. And the…”

  “Yeah, yeah. We get it,” Indy says. “Anyway, we made it and you’re back with your mom. Now, if you don’t mind, I would like to go back home and enjoy some scrumptious hay again.”

  “Sounds like a plan,” Bruno agrees. “So, Gus, you know how to get us there without going through those dangerous woods, don’t you?”

  “I certainly do,” Gus says confidently.

  “Thank you so much,” Bambam’s mother says. “You have no idea how hard we have been looking for this little kiddo.”

  “You’re welcome, madam,” the farm animals answer.

  Not much later, Gus has led them back to the farmlands. On the way, they discuss their silly adventures, what could have happened to Bart the bear, and what they want to eat once they get home.

  After a few hours, they arrive at the farm and watch as the farmer happily greets them by waving his arms and shouting in the air. He is glad he hasn’t lost any of his precious animals and feeds them immediately.

  “You know,” Indy admits. “It was fun to leave the farm. It really was. And I am happy that I did, because now I realize I have everything I want right here. This is the life. This is great. I don’t ever feel like leaving again.”

  The others agree. Home sweet home.

  THE END

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  Minecraft Cow

  A Minecraft Cow Diary

  By Billy Miner

  Copyright @2015

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  Contents:

  Introduction

  Entry 1: The Life of a
Cow

  Entry 2: The Dream of a Cow

  Entry 3: The Show

  Entry 4: Bull

  Entry 5: Taken

  Entry 6: To the Rescue

  Entry 7: Zombies!

  Entry 8: Happy Milk

  Introduction

  Do you ever wonder what goes around in the head of a cow? What is she thinking, eating that grass all day? What would she do if she were to escape, if she would be kidnapped?

  This is Betsy’s diary, the story that she remembers. She participated in the contest, she won, she was taken, and she got rescued by her hero, the bull, but what happened after that, is still a mystery to everyone who heard of the story, so read her account and find out what really happened.

  Entry 1: The Life of a Cow

  Eat.

  Sleep.

  Stand in the field.

  Milk.

  Eat.

  Sleep.

  Stand in the field.

  Milk.

  This was my life, the life of a cow. Pretty repetitive, isn’t it? I mean, I was okay with it, but it became a little monotonous. Let me try to rephrase all that. Let me try to make this sound a bit more interesting. Ready?

  I would eat, then I would sleep, and then I would get up and stand in the field to eat again. Then I would be milked. After that, I would eat, fall asleep at night, and do the same thing the next morning.

  Does that sound better? I know; it still sounds boring, doesn’t it? Okay, let me give it one more try before I introduce myself. Here we go… last try.

  Once the beautiful morning sun showed its shiny face, a new day began. The wonderful life of the cow waiting in the barn was extended by yet another opportunity to reshape the world around her. Delicious fresh blades of grass were waiting, as it were, to be devoured by the herbivore and become the nutritious resource they were meant to be. The courageous cow stepped forward and faced the initial stages of the summer heat, pretending to not care about the tedious routine she was bound to be thrown at. She bent over and opened her mouth while reaching for her next meal. The blades were scrunched to pieces by her targeting teeth. Her stomach stopped growling and her countenance shone with satisfaction as she betook herself to her resting quarters to lie down after being milked by the diligent farmer who had taken care of her for years.

  That sounds a lot more intriguing, doesn’t it? Okay. Fine. I won’t bother you with all these difficult, descriptive words. The point is that I did nothing else. My purpose was to sleep, eat, and be milked. The rest didn’t matter. But I wanted it to matter, and I was a little frustrated about my narrow perspective. Simply said, I wanted more. I wanted to experience LIFE!!!

  I mean, don’t get me wrong. The farmer was nice. He always took care of me, cleaned up the… well… stinky stuff that I left on the field. And he made sure that grass would grow there at all times. My life was definitely something to be jealous of, that is, if wild cows would get jealous, but I don’t know if they do.

  Before I forget, my name is Betsy, and I will tell you the story of what happened when I was at the Cow Show. That’s right. I said the Cow Show. It became number one… okay, I won’t get ahead of myself. I am glad you’re reading this, because a lot of people were confused what happened in the factory I was that night. But I know the truth, the REAL truth. Not the false truth.

  Well, you get it, don’t you? And the funny thing was that it was exactly what I dreamt about… fine… almost exactly, but close enough. It was a dream that came true.

  Entry 2: The Dream of a Cow

  So this is what I dreamt that night. I was having a boring day, as usual, but my dream exceeded my expectations. It was one of the best things I had ever dreamt about.

  I was alone. I didn’t have any friends near me. It was in the middle of nowhere. It certainly wasn’t in the field near the barn; more like a desert or something similar to it; it was like a desert with some plants in it… desert plants I guess.

  Anyway, here I was, standing in the middle of the desert with plants (Ha, that sounds kind of weird), and what do I see? A big factory, a HUGE factory, one of those buildings with all kinds of chimneys and lots of smoke and supposed environmental pollution. But what a smell! It smelled delicious. It smelled like a dairy product. Funny because I probably produced some of that milk myself, or so I assumed.

  The scent attracts me, it interests me. I love it and I already feel addicted to it, so the only thing I could do was head towards it, following my sniffer. And since there was nothing else but plants in that half-empty desert, it was the smartest thing to do in the first place, don’t you think? So yes, I did. I went to the factory and tried to open the door.

  Stuck.

  Bummer.

  Now what?

  I tried to head-butt through it, but it still wouldn’t budge. That would give me a headache for some time. Ouch.

  I decided to go around the back. I walked around the tall building and was in awe because of its well-constructed functionality. I was more curious than ever to discover what kinds of deliciously-scented products this factory was hiding inside its walls.

  I tried the door on the back of the building and opened it. Finally inside!

  There it was.

  It was like heaven.

  In front of me I saw the inside of the biggest ice cream factory in the country, maybe even in the world. I slowly walked past the machines and observed the way they all joined each other in processing all those substances into the yummiest food I would ever taste.

  There were so many different flavors: Cookies and cream, chocolate fudge, caramel, fruit mix, passion fruit, pineapple, strawberry, almond, cherry, lime, and double chocolate, to name just a few.

  The finished packages were all lined up, ready to be shipped in beautiful boxes. I approached this creation of milk and other added elements that resulted into the best of all creations. And no, I couldn’t resist. I opened one of the boxes and licked the ice cream with my big tongue.

  Wow! So good!

  I decided to taste another flavor.

  Wow! Even better!

  After that, it was just a matter of eating as much as I wanted, with the greatest variety in my choices applied to the marvelous moment I was in.

  Ice cream heaven, that was my dream. When I woke up in the morning, I had a super smile on my face that wouldn’t disappear for another hour. That night made my day, if you know what I mean. If only it were real though…

  Entry 3: The Show

  Perhaps it was the dream that made my milk so good and tasty that day in the first place, which made me end up in the factory in the end. So without giving away too much of the story, let me just think here for a moment… yes, that’s it. I think this is one of those things they call a “self-fulfilling prophecy.” It’s weird, because the reason I won the show was most likely because of the milk I produced that was more positive and healthier than usual, because of my dream, and because I won, I ended up in the very factory I had dreamt about. Yes, that must be it, although it seems strange to me.

  Anyway, back to what happened. Don’t let my weird sequence of thought distract you from following the storyline closely.

  Like I said, the day I dreamt about the ice cream factory was the day the Cow Show was held. It was a joyous occasion, and farmers from around the country all participated with their various cows to brag, win a medal, and take home some money.

  Not all of them would be so lucky, but what is winning without being able to laugh at the losers, right? Okay, that sounded a little harsh, but what I am trying to get at, is that I was happy that we won for once. You see, I had gone to that show for years and never won anything, but this year was going to be different.

  The farmer took me to the show, along with a few other cows from his farm. We were on a leash, tied together by a piece of rope. There was a big tent, the one that you often see when you enter a circus. And although this wasn’t an official circus, it certainly looked like one.

  We were put to the side and wer
e obligated to stand next to each another. Twelve cows were standing there, waiting for the people to determine who was going to be the lucky “cow of the year.”

  “Ladies and gentlemen,” the director of the show began. “We will judge these fine cows according to their appearances, their milk, and their responses to their owners.”

  He announced a lot of other mumbo-jumbo, but those first words were the most significant ones. The rest was all meant to entertain the one thousand plus visitors who attended the Cow Show.

  I usually enjoyed the Cow Show, and this year was no exception. But this year, I was a little happier than in the previous years, because I just had had a wonderful dream.

  So perhaps it was the adrenaline, the dopamine, the endorphins, or any other happiness hormones that got me so excited, whatever takes place in the body and mind of a cow… but this year I felt great. I was in a good mood, and nobody could spoil it, not even some evil men who… sorry, just got ahead of myself again. I will tell the story in chronological order.

  Entry 4: Bull

  I have to admit that there was something else that might have contributed to my enthusiasm. I met a guy, well… a cow guy: A bull. While I was waiting behind the stage, I saw him standing there, with his strong muscles, the masculine torso of this torro, and the fierce, piercing look in his eyes.

  “Wow. Did you work out or something?” I asked.

  “Greetings, my name is Boris,” the bull said. “And yes, I have been working those muscles a little. Thanks for noticing.”

  “I am Betsy,” I said.

  “Pleased to meet you Betsy. So what brings you all the way here? I’ve never seen you before.”

  “Oh, but I come here every year,” I said. “I don’t know why I never met you. Maybe because I was always put in the back and I never won the show.”