"Rise my Lord." Said what looked to be the oldest, and wisest cow. "The grass has called upon me, Betsy, to train you in the ways of the cow."
I stared at him confused.
"Rise" he repeated.
I saw how easily the cows knocked down the fence, I didn't want to enrage them. I stood.
"Good." The cow said "The grass has chosen wisely."
"Gee thanks." I said.
The cows began to panic. "The human does not appreciate the grass, the human does not appreciate the grass."
Silence said the master cow. He then looked directly to me.
"In time, you will learn to love and respect the grass. Understood."
I tried not to laugh. Suddenly the grass directly beneath me began to grow.
"Understood?" The cow urged.
"Understood." I said marvelling at the grass.
"Now, in order to become a cow, you must first learn to speak our language."
Suddenly the grass lifted the leader cow up.
"Or not. Apparently it's against the green will"
The grass let him down. The cow stood up on two legs. He touched his head. I began to levitate.
"You will learn the power of the cow"
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