Betsy’s Escape … The Conclusion!

You don’t have to wait any longer, the conclusion to Jason’s tale is here! ENJOY a dose of laughter for your day. Here is the link to Part 1 if you missed it. Betsy’s Escape

Laughter always makes the day brighter, and you will get it with this story. Thanks again Jason for sharing your creative imagination with us all. Who would have thought that Betsy would have such a major role in this saga. I really had thought that she was just a simple cow on Luke’s farm. But, what did I know!

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A guard wandered by. Betsy swished her tail and chewed her cud. After the guard was far enough away, Betsy said “I can get yoooou out of this place. There is a nanny goat just beyond those trees. She is not a very smart goat, but she’ll doooo.” Betsy whispered, like only a cow can, “Work your way over there and when the guards aren’t loooooking, give your clothes to the goat. This goat cannot resist playing dress-up with huuuuuman clothes, so she’ll put them on and wander around in your orange jump suit. The guards will think that the goat is you. I have other clothes for you to put on in a small basket nearby.”

“Then what?” Tanya asked “We are a long way from town.”

“I’ve arranged transportation.” Betsy answered “but I hope you don’t mind strange gnuuuuus.”

“What news? Is something else happening?” Tanya asked.

“No not news, …. Nevermind. There will be a truck and a, um, wildebeest in it down by the road. He’s a thickheaded sort, but he’ll keep his mouth shut.” Betsy said.

With that, Betsy wandered back over to the trees and the guards paid her no attention.

After a few minutes, Tanya had worked her way over to near the tree line and saw a goat near a tree. When the guards were not looking, she stripped out of her orange jumpsuit and threw it to the goat. The goat looked at the clothing for a second, as if trying to decide whether to eat them or put them on. Tanya was feeling quite exposed, but finally the goat slipped into her jump suit, stood on its hind hooves and wandered out in the field to be with the other strange animals wearing orange jump suits.

Tanya darted for the woods, and soon found a basket with some clothing. Annie’s clothing. Well, that would be fitting. Tanya made it through the woods and sure enough there was a truck with a wildebeest behind the wheel and Betsy in the back.

“Now for your part of the deal” said the cow.

“So, you want to leave Luke’s farm, but don’t want him to come looking for you.” Tanya said. “You need what you just gave me: a decoy.”

“You mean a decow.” Betsy snickered, “And where do you propose to find a decoy for me? For I am quite moonique.”

“Ugghhhh” Tanya said “enough with the puns. They are only funny to the person making them. Everyone else just groans.”

A small tear appeared in Betsy’s eye and rolled down her cheek.

“I met a woman once name Tonya. She has a cow named Bessie that looks remarkably similar to you.” Tanya continued. “But this cow isn’t smart like you and can’t talk. So, we buy Bessie and put your brand on her. You stick her in your barn with your cowbell and old Luke will be none the wiser.”

Tanya and Betsy both had mischievous glee in their eyes at this plan and set about to put it in motion. Tanya gave Gnippy directions to Tonya’s farm, hopped in with Betsy and they sped away.

Late that evening, Lou once again hid in the shrubbery eating the occasional unlucky grasshopper, when a truck came down the road and stopped at the barn. Lou stifled a honk and watched as two cows emerged from the truck. He couldn’t tell them apart from this far away. That wildebeest from Borden also got out of the driver’s seat and went into the barn with the cattle.

Lou, risking detection, flew across the pasture to the barn hoping to see the goings on inside. But he was too late. He heard the truck drive away and saw its taillights heading down the road in the darkness. He heard mooing and a bell clanging in the barn. ‘Betsy’ he thought ‘now I can see where she hid the gold.’

Lou crept in the barn and there she was. But, it wasn’t Betsy. Sure, this cow would fool any person into believing she was Betsy, but Lou knew right away that this was an impasture, um imposter.”

But Lou also knew something else. He knew that for the first time in his long goose life he was feeling love at first site. He always thought that he would meet some nice goosy or maybe even a swan and settle down someday. He never thought that he’d fall for a cow. But such a beautiful cow and one look in those dark topaz brown eyes, and Lou was over-the-moon in love. He forgot all about Betsy and her gold.

Luke thought he heard honking and Betsy’s cowbell ringing in the barn that night. Odd cow.

Gnippy and Betsy had one stop to make. Not far from Luke’s farm was a tree with a white cross marking the spot under it where Betsy had hidden the treasure under the cover of darkness. Gnippy stayed at the truck, mystified by the fireflies dancing around, while Betsy went and unearthed the treasure chest.

A year later on a tropical beach, a strange, horned woman in a grass skirt and an odd bikini top lounges on a chair, drinking something with a tiny umbrella in it and listening to the surf role in. Betsy and Lou had each found their own paradise. And none of the human people were any the wiser.

Back up north in Borden, Patrick walked down the street to his office. In the shadows a silhouette of a woman emerged and began following him.

45 thoughts on “Betsy’s Escape … The Conclusion!

  1. I’m confused. Did Lou marry Bessie or Betsy?
    It seems you added a gnu twist to this story in the end, that must be reconciled. And what happened to Gnippy Gnu? I think he married Betsy, who was posing as Bessie, and Lou married Bessie, who was posing as Betsy. But which cow got the treasure? Who was the lucky groom who married a rich bride?

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