INDIGO COWS FIGHT BACK!©

By Jo Moon

There was a stirring on the old farm, something like a scratching and scraping at the woodwork. A clock was ticking fast in the farmhouse kitchen. Something wasn’t right today. Something wasn’t right with that new breed of white cows and bullocks. Giles, the farmer, pushed his breakfast plate away and ambled towards the back door in search of boots and green wax jacket. The sun was a bright red and low down on a hillock. It was all just the beginning.

Off for slaughter today. That noise was getting louder and louder, rattling, like thunder against the huge metal cowsheds. His ears pricked up the sound as it shattered across the landscape. He started running now, cantering like a mad horse across the yard. Tim, the farmhand was just arriving from the gate. ‘Get up to the cow shed Tim, fast!’

That was just the start of it. Twenty white cows stood in their shed kicking and snarling like wild beasts. Troughs of water were overturned. Heads and horns butted against the metal walls fiercely. Everything was overturned. These cows were no ordinary breed. Giles had come across them at market like nothing he’d ever seen before. Great white cows, with tall horns and huge. They had become so big he couldn’t keep that many.

We just want to show them what and who we are, not just cows waiting to be milked, killed and eaten. We’ve had enough of that game. That’s why we were born, that’s why we came to be here. WE’RE THE NEW INDIGO COWS. WE WILL MAKE OUR ESCAPE. We will get out. That’s what they don’t know yet. They have no idea. This is just the start.

We won’t let them cut us up into tiny morsels to put in their bellies. Let them see what we can do. We’ll fight back and nothing will stop us, nothing!

The noise escalated further. Giles pushed his way through the great metal ugly looking shed doors. Suddenly he found himself facing straight at the enormous brown eyes of a white cow, horns sticking upwards ready to charge.

He took a gulp. ‘Tim, get the ropes, quick!’ Not quick enough, the large white cow took a dig at Giles’ flesh with his sharp teeth. Blood started to ooze out. The cow head butted Giles in the stomach and he was thrown backwards. The cows started making their escape, pushing through bars, gates and fences.

A herd of brilliant white cows chased out of the farmyard like white horses in the sea. They thumped and ran like a thunder storm erupting. These cows pushed past Tim, making him fall to the ground. They kicked open the gate and made a run. Giles got up, bleeding and clutching onto his stomach. ‘Get those bloody cows Tim!’

Tim made a call on his mobile, not to catch the cows. He phoned the local doctor. Giles was in severe pain and bleeding heavily. Tim rushed over and covered the blood with his scarf. ‘Doctor says to call an ambulance Giles.’

‘What about the bloody cows?’

‘I’ll call the police. You’re seriously wounded Giles.’

Giles threw the phone across the field and told Tim to get the gun. Tim ran indoors and called 999 instead. He wanted to help Giles, but somehow he couldn’t get the gun. He knew where it was but it didn’t seem right to shoot all those cows. What for? He was only in this job to study as part of his veterinary degree. He cared about animals. Maybe they wanted to be free. Maybe they knew it was slaughter day. These were new thoughts coming into his mind.

Eventually…

they sent out search parties, men on horseback, helicopters even but that herd of white cows were never found, and no trace of them ever discovered.

Giles was taken to hospital. Tim left his job on the farm but became a good vet. The farm eventually closed down when Giles realised he couldn’t manage it any more. The herd of mysterious white cows have been unheard of ever since. The uniqueness of the cows and the strangeness of this story is still being investigated by scientists, psychics and the farm world in general but unresolved.

Since it happened, THERE HAS BEEN A MARKED DECREASE IN THE NUMBER OF ANIMALS SLAUGHTERED ON A DAILY BASIS WORLDWIDE. THE DEMAND FOR MEAT HAS DECREASED SIGNIFICANTLY and most farms have at least one pure white cow with horns within their herds.

The new regulations have meant that every farm has to keep the white cows as animals in their own right, never to be slaughtered. It has been observed that wherever a white cow lives there is great prosperity as long as its owner treats all their animals with respect, love and care. If not there is great turbulence and often violence, usually leading to the complete closure of the farm.

The white cows are indeed a mystery. But their presence and impact on the planet cannot be denied, whether they are visible or invisible. They are revered, yet feared. More and more farmers are feeling a total reluctance to take any of their animals to slaughter when they own a white cow. Usually they get sick on the way to the abattoir, the animals play up, there is trouble on the roads or the farmer just gets some guilty feeling inside them and ends up closing down the farm altogether.

Its plainly obvious to me – the white cows just want their justice over aeons and years of slaughter and maltreatment of their kind. They want to live in harmony with the human race, just as all of God’s creatures wish to do. But how can they if we are killing them in order to eat their flesh?

PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS NOT A TRUE STORY – YET….