introducing maggie the cow

This is the first part of the story of Maggie the cow. Hope you like it.

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We lived in an old refurbished farm house when I first met Maggie. The farm a ways down the road had lit up in a blaze that could be seen for miles around. The old man who lived there and his wife ended up staying with some relatives down in the city while it was rebuilt. They gave the majority of their animals to the care of another farmer who lived not too far away, but left one dairy cow with us to keep safe. Her name was Maggie.

We kept Maggie in the garage, which had been a small horse stable before the farm was refurbished. I remember that night; my dad came into my room and asked me if I would like to meet Maggie. I giggled, "Sure, daddy!"

My father took me by my hand. My other one was occupied by the arm of a teddy bear named Berry. Berry had on a stars and moon nightcap and his nose was slightly twisted from the mouth of my dog, Boo. We crept down the stairs to the garage and went inside.

"This is Maggie."

Before me was a strange creature. It was taller than me, but only by a few inches. It had a funny brown tuff of hair on its head that was longer than the hair, that covered its body everywhere else. She stood awkwardly, as if her legs did not have enough muscle to completely support her; she swayed slightly to the side.

"Hello, Maggie!"

My father put pressure on my back with his hand, not pushing me but slightly urging me towards the cow. I took a step forward. Suddenly I fell back. The cow had licked my face. I turned, horror-struck to my dad. I don't think I've ever seen him sport a bigger grin.

"Maggie licked me!"

"She likes you!"