Post by Deleted on Nov 27, 2013 15:07:22 GMT
“Uf...This is the last one.”
Jennyfer puts down the ten-gallon milk churn down and sighs, straightening her back. Beads of sweat are rolling down her flushed face. She stands upright and loosens her arms a little, allowing herself some air, before walking to a wooden post nearby. She takes a white towel hanging there and wipes her face clean, grateful for the warm wool of the towel.
At that time her Loftwing comes in from the back door, bringing another milk churn on his beak. A gust of chilling wind follows him inside the rather damp barn, startling the three cows inside.
But Jennyfer welcomes the cold wind after the warm towel wool. She turns around and smiles at her precious Loftwing, her eyes glistening from the cover of the towel.
“Thank you Jaws. Put it near here, please?”
The green and blue Loftwing lets out a gentle growl and happily strides to the center of the wooden barn. There, just behind the wide wooden entrance another two of those pearly milk churns have already been put, all of them brought by Jennyfer. The Loftwing puts his own churn on the edge, making a triangle, and then brings his feathery head to Jennyfer’s shoulder.
Jennyfer embraces him with both her arms and strokes the furs behind his neck. He purrs.
“Thank you for your hard work, Josh. I am very blessed to have you around”
The Loftwing lets out another growl and flaps his wings, a little annoyed.
Jennyfer glimpses the painted characters on those wings and holds her laughs, miraculously turning it into sweet chuckles instead.
“Oh, you have to forgive them, Eden. Twinkle and Twirl only wanted to play, you know.”
It has been a busy morning for Jennyfer. Today is the last day the cows can graze, before winter takes the grass down and they would have to settle on pre-dried pellets. Wanting to make the best out of that day, she started milking her cows at an even earlier time than usual, at half past four in the morning, so that she could still have time to tend to her cows.
However, the usual machine for pasteurizing milk broke that morning, and Jennyfer had to manually heat the milk in a slow process of thirty minutes, a small liters at a time, leaving her Loftwing to help tending the cows’ grazing instead of her.
And her Loftwing took it seriously, having been raised in the farm himself. He knows exactly what needed to be done to keep the cows in line, and how a Loftwing could achieve it. He was sure that it would be an easy task for a trained Loftwing such as himself.
If not for the twin young cows, Twinkle and Twirl.
The two mischievous bovine had prepared their act early, immediately after knowing that Jennyfer’s Loftwing would tend to them instead of Jennyfer. The cows never mind of Jennyfer and generally wish her no trouble, but her bossy Loftwing is not one they feel guilty with playing around. And enjoy doing it.
So they decided to play a little trick on him.
After finding a brush and a bucket of paint from Jennyfer’s unfinished effort to paint the barn anew, the two cows immediately started their efforts. Holding the wet brush thickened with black paint between his teeth, Twinkle moved around Twirl and began to paint a character exactly on Twirl’s each large black spots, obscuring the wet paint among the black background. Twirl felt itchy, but held her mouth shut and endured it. She did not have to do it long. Before long Twinkle dropped the brush and stepped back, admiring her works. After that they took turns, with Twirl painting Twinkle’s skin instead.
First part was done.
Now for the second one.
The two cows waited patiently until after Jennyfer had finished milking all the cows and her Loftwing had shoved all the cows outside, enjoying their last pasture trip under the purple rays of dawn. Jennyfer’s Loftwing would have to stand there and made sure that the cows stayed in the grass field and would not graze on the pumpkin farm.
Which would be a perfect excuse.
Twinkle pushed another cow, a timid calf named Twilit, and ordered her to graze near the pumpkin farm to confirm the Loftwing’s reaction. The junior cow complied, and her act quickly caught the attention of the Loftwing. He cooed to tell her to back off and, when the calf did not move, gently slapped her with his wings and pushed her back to the grass field.
Twinkle and Twirl then put their plan into motion.
They ran circles around the Loftwing and stomped their feet, neighing and braying and making unusual noises. They got close the Loftwing, touched him with their nose or tail, and ran again teasingly, all the while crept closer to the pumpkin farm. This of course incensed the Loftwing, and before long he began slapping them with his wings on any part he could touch, shrieking and growling to tell them to back off.
All the while, all other cows stopped grazing and watched in amusement as black characters started appearing on the Loftwing’s feathery wings, completely contrasted with the green and blue pattern there.
Their mission succeeded, Twinkle and Twirl calmly returned to the herd and started their own grazing, wearing a smug smile on their faces.
It was not until Tweak, the gentle leader of the herd, came forward and apologize that the Loftwing realized what the twins had played a trick on him.
Now, on the beautiful patterned feather of the Loftwing’s wings, there were printed a set of black characters spread randomly across, spelling “Hen”.
Of course, the male Loftwing’s pride was shattered utterly.
Jennyfer bends down and takes the paint bucket and its brush, neatly placed back by the clever cows. She walks to the twin cows’ barn and stands there, disapproving but amused at the same time.
“Now I think it would be easy to clean Sebastien’s feather. But still, you two must be punished for making fun of him. He only meant well, and he was a great help for me, and for you too. That really was not a good thing to do”
Of course, the cows do not understand what Jennyfer is saying. But even they know that the ever gentle owner does not like their antics. For the start, she ordered them to go inside the barn earlier than others. So they just held their heads resignedly as Jennyfer paints another character on their snouts. This one reads “Naughty”.
Tweet, the only other cow inside, lets out a thinly veiled snort. Jennyfer smiles and pats Twinkle and Twirl’s heads nonetheless. Lovingly as always. The two cows close their eyes, enjoying the soft touch of her hand.
And then she turns around and walks back to where her Loftwing is standing, stopping a while to put the towel on the wooden post.
“Mmm...I wonder where the usual deliverers from the Academy are now? They usually arrive almost an hour ago. “
She walks forward and open the wide wooden door of the barn entrance, bringing sheer wind and sunlight into the barn. The chilling wind spreads her blonde hair and skirt, but she holds her eyes through its cold force. She gazes to the open, to the lazily grazing cows and the sprawling pumpkin field basking in the winter’s sun, far to the white painted backside of the Cartneys' house.
It seems to be almost nine o’clock now.
“I am sorry, Rina, but could you help me bring these milk churns to the front porch? It should be easier for them to take these there. And maybe faster.”
Satisfied with the character he sees on the twin cows’ snouts, her Loftwing bites one of the milk churn’s handle and lifts it without hesitation.
Jennyfer puts down the ten-gallon milk churn down and sighs, straightening her back. Beads of sweat are rolling down her flushed face. She stands upright and loosens her arms a little, allowing herself some air, before walking to a wooden post nearby. She takes a white towel hanging there and wipes her face clean, grateful for the warm wool of the towel.
At that time her Loftwing comes in from the back door, bringing another milk churn on his beak. A gust of chilling wind follows him inside the rather damp barn, startling the three cows inside.
But Jennyfer welcomes the cold wind after the warm towel wool. She turns around and smiles at her precious Loftwing, her eyes glistening from the cover of the towel.
“Thank you Jaws. Put it near here, please?”
The green and blue Loftwing lets out a gentle growl and happily strides to the center of the wooden barn. There, just behind the wide wooden entrance another two of those pearly milk churns have already been put, all of them brought by Jennyfer. The Loftwing puts his own churn on the edge, making a triangle, and then brings his feathery head to Jennyfer’s shoulder.
Jennyfer embraces him with both her arms and strokes the furs behind his neck. He purrs.
“Thank you for your hard work, Josh. I am very blessed to have you around”
The Loftwing lets out another growl and flaps his wings, a little annoyed.
Jennyfer glimpses the painted characters on those wings and holds her laughs, miraculously turning it into sweet chuckles instead.
“Oh, you have to forgive them, Eden. Twinkle and Twirl only wanted to play, you know.”
It has been a busy morning for Jennyfer. Today is the last day the cows can graze, before winter takes the grass down and they would have to settle on pre-dried pellets. Wanting to make the best out of that day, she started milking her cows at an even earlier time than usual, at half past four in the morning, so that she could still have time to tend to her cows.
However, the usual machine for pasteurizing milk broke that morning, and Jennyfer had to manually heat the milk in a slow process of thirty minutes, a small liters at a time, leaving her Loftwing to help tending the cows’ grazing instead of her.
And her Loftwing took it seriously, having been raised in the farm himself. He knows exactly what needed to be done to keep the cows in line, and how a Loftwing could achieve it. He was sure that it would be an easy task for a trained Loftwing such as himself.
If not for the twin young cows, Twinkle and Twirl.
The two mischievous bovine had prepared their act early, immediately after knowing that Jennyfer’s Loftwing would tend to them instead of Jennyfer. The cows never mind of Jennyfer and generally wish her no trouble, but her bossy Loftwing is not one they feel guilty with playing around. And enjoy doing it.
So they decided to play a little trick on him.
After finding a brush and a bucket of paint from Jennyfer’s unfinished effort to paint the barn anew, the two cows immediately started their efforts. Holding the wet brush thickened with black paint between his teeth, Twinkle moved around Twirl and began to paint a character exactly on Twirl’s each large black spots, obscuring the wet paint among the black background. Twirl felt itchy, but held her mouth shut and endured it. She did not have to do it long. Before long Twinkle dropped the brush and stepped back, admiring her works. After that they took turns, with Twirl painting Twinkle’s skin instead.
First part was done.
Now for the second one.
The two cows waited patiently until after Jennyfer had finished milking all the cows and her Loftwing had shoved all the cows outside, enjoying their last pasture trip under the purple rays of dawn. Jennyfer’s Loftwing would have to stand there and made sure that the cows stayed in the grass field and would not graze on the pumpkin farm.
Which would be a perfect excuse.
Twinkle pushed another cow, a timid calf named Twilit, and ordered her to graze near the pumpkin farm to confirm the Loftwing’s reaction. The junior cow complied, and her act quickly caught the attention of the Loftwing. He cooed to tell her to back off and, when the calf did not move, gently slapped her with his wings and pushed her back to the grass field.
Twinkle and Twirl then put their plan into motion.
They ran circles around the Loftwing and stomped their feet, neighing and braying and making unusual noises. They got close the Loftwing, touched him with their nose or tail, and ran again teasingly, all the while crept closer to the pumpkin farm. This of course incensed the Loftwing, and before long he began slapping them with his wings on any part he could touch, shrieking and growling to tell them to back off.
All the while, all other cows stopped grazing and watched in amusement as black characters started appearing on the Loftwing’s feathery wings, completely contrasted with the green and blue pattern there.
Their mission succeeded, Twinkle and Twirl calmly returned to the herd and started their own grazing, wearing a smug smile on their faces.
It was not until Tweak, the gentle leader of the herd, came forward and apologize that the Loftwing realized what the twins had played a trick on him.
Now, on the beautiful patterned feather of the Loftwing’s wings, there were printed a set of black characters spread randomly across, spelling “Hen”.
Of course, the male Loftwing’s pride was shattered utterly.
Jennyfer bends down and takes the paint bucket and its brush, neatly placed back by the clever cows. She walks to the twin cows’ barn and stands there, disapproving but amused at the same time.
“Now I think it would be easy to clean Sebastien’s feather. But still, you two must be punished for making fun of him. He only meant well, and he was a great help for me, and for you too. That really was not a good thing to do”
Of course, the cows do not understand what Jennyfer is saying. But even they know that the ever gentle owner does not like their antics. For the start, she ordered them to go inside the barn earlier than others. So they just held their heads resignedly as Jennyfer paints another character on their snouts. This one reads “Naughty”.
Tweet, the only other cow inside, lets out a thinly veiled snort. Jennyfer smiles and pats Twinkle and Twirl’s heads nonetheless. Lovingly as always. The two cows close their eyes, enjoying the soft touch of her hand.
And then she turns around and walks back to where her Loftwing is standing, stopping a while to put the towel on the wooden post.
“Mmm...I wonder where the usual deliverers from the Academy are now? They usually arrive almost an hour ago. “
She walks forward and open the wide wooden door of the barn entrance, bringing sheer wind and sunlight into the barn. The chilling wind spreads her blonde hair and skirt, but she holds her eyes through its cold force. She gazes to the open, to the lazily grazing cows and the sprawling pumpkin field basking in the winter’s sun, far to the white painted backside of the Cartneys' house.
It seems to be almost nine o’clock now.
“I am sorry, Rina, but could you help me bring these milk churns to the front porch? It should be easier for them to take these there. And maybe faster.”
Satisfied with the character he sees on the twin cows’ snouts, her Loftwing bites one of the milk churn’s handle and lifts it without hesitation.
