A Man and His Cow
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He knew that his family would judge him. He knew that his friends would make fun of him. Hell, if this goes through, he’ll probably be dead to them. But he just didn’t care anymore.
For David, Betsy was the love of his life. He didn’t care that she was a cow. She understood him, and she was always there for him. After Linda left with the kids, it was Betsy that stood by him.
David was already aware that society would never accept a man being with his cow, but he couldn’t sit by idly anymore. He had to tell Betsy how he felt. It was now or never.
So, he plucked up the courage after dinner and popped the question.
“Betsy,” his voice quivered a little with nervousness, but he swallowed it up and pushed through. “We’ve known each other for quite some time now, and I think it’s about time I told you how I really feel.”
Betsy looked over at him lazily, whipping her tail around to swat at the flies congregating at her thighs. David could tell that she was listening, even though she didn’t say anything. That’s what he loved about her: she always listened to what he had to say.
He got down on one knee and pulled out a large box. When he opened it, he revealed a large, silver cowbell. “Will you do me the honour of being my wife?”
Betsy looked over at David, nervous and sweating with hope gleaming in his eyes. She jerked her head up and let out a low moo. He cried with happiness and threw his arms around her large neck.
She said yes. Well, she didn’t say the actual words, but he knew what she meant. This was the best day of his life!
Amal Sheikhmusse
Amal Sheikhmusse is an aspiring editor that is currently studying under the Professional Writing Program at Algonquin. She would also like to express her sincerest apologies to the readers that were understandably disturbed by“a Man and His Cow”, feeling the need to point out that it is a work of pure fiction. Any similarities it may bear to real-life incidences are purely coincidental.
