by Tiffany Sewell

Created on: November 02, 2009

Betsy the Chocolate Milk Cow

Once upon a time, in the warm, sunny hills of California, there lived a little brown spotted cow named Betsy. Betsy spent her days eating the rich, green grass, drinking fresh water from flowing streams, and sun bathing in the warm, ocean sun. Betsy loved to pounce and play with all of the other cows, and up until her adolescence, she felt just like any other little cow.

Betsy knew that the time was approaching that she would get to be a big girl and go to the dairy to be milked. Betsy day dreamed about the dairy while she chewed her cud. About the pretty shiny tanks that would hold all of the milk, about the nice farmers that would feed her delicious hay while they milked her, and about how big and proud she would feel that she was a big girl and was able to produce milk.

Betsy chattered about the dairy all the time to her friends. She talked about it with the little blue jays that sat on the fence. She chatted about it with Mr. Hopkins the bunny that would stop by to nibble on some fresh lettuce that was growing near by. Why, Betsy was so excited about the soon approaching dairy trip that she even talked about it to Mr. Fox, who had come to cause trouble with all of the little animals that lived on the farm.

Finally, the day that Betsy had been waiting for had arrived, and she was herded into the dairy. Betsy squealed with delight!

"Moooooo!" she cried.Betsy watched anxiously as all of the other cows were milked one by one, there fresh white milk flowing freely into the shiny tin buckets.

Finally, it was her turn. She held her head high and proud as little boy Timmy pulled up his stool and bucket and took his place under Betsy. But, as soon as the milking had started, it had stopped again, and little boy Timmy had a very puzzled look on his face. Betsy could here all of the other cows chattering, and soon they were laughing. Little boy Timmy had run to get his father, to show him what had happened.

"What's the matter?" cried Betsy. "Why did he stop?"

"Because," said Alice, a much older, wiser cow, "Your milk is no good. Don't you see it in the bucket there? It came out brown."

And with that, all the other little cows started laughing.

"Betsy has brown milk, Betsy has brown milk!" they chanted.

Betsy kicked the bucket over and ran out of the dairy as fast as her little cow legs could carry her. She ran and ran, and did not stop running until the dairy was far behind her. And not only until Betsy could not see any glimpse of it

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