It was an average sunny day. Birds in the sky, flowers in full bloom, bees buzzing, the works. Molly was guarding the herd, like always. Though it was true that Molly was just a puppy, she blended right into the herd, like a little calf. She had an all white coat, except for five big spots on her back. Such a happy, simple puppy. It was payday for Mr. Magee and it was time to go to the slaughterhouse. Poor, old Mr. Magee, he was almost completely blind, but refused to admit it. He disliked doctors almost as much as he disliked dentists. His teeth are another story entirely.

"Mr. Magee isn't here yet? Were could he be? I must find him he's never late!" Molly thought. She began to mosey over to the top of the biggest hill she could see. "Hmm I don't see him. But there is an odd, yet spiffy looking guy coming. I must alert the cows! Cows! Run for your lives! Ahhhhhhhh!" "What are you yelling about now?" asked Bessy, the adopted mother of Molly.

"Yea, what's all the com-commot-comotion, Molly?" stuttered Betsy the youngest, bravest calf. "A spiffy man is coming this way! Run!" Molly shrilly barked. "MOLLY! SHUT YER FACE! Stupid dog." Rambled Mr. Magee in his dirty, smelly, sweat-stained work clothes. "Time for you cows to go to the slaughter house. Molly. MOLLY! Stupid dog. heard them to the road, and pay attention, don't lead them into the street. like last time." Mr. Magee shook his head and walked back down to his truck to prepare the trailer for the cows and their journey to the slaughterhouse.

"Now Magee how much you want for all 200 cows?" asked slaughter house owner Billy bob Johnson. " I want 7,500 dollars and 11 cents." Mr. Magee bartered. " Deal. But only if you load them in." "Fine. Molly!" Molly slowly strolled over to the loading truck. " Get in the truck cows!" the cows slowly nodded their heads. " Now!" the cows slowly walked over to the passenger side of the truck. " DO I HAVE TO #$$%! SHOW YOU? GET IN THE BACK OF THE $%&## TRUCK!" The cows, surprised by Molly's frustrated tone, ran to the back of the truck (have you ever seen a cow run? It's very humorous). As Molly was counting cows to make sure they're all there, the tailgate abruptly closed. She was being taken to the slaughterhouse with the bovine!

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