I am beginning to think these characters have cast a spell, making it impossible to end their story. Jason realized that there were still some loose ends to tie up from Part 2, so he did another great job again with Part 3. Betsy is really wanting her time in the limelight! Enjoy! Just a tip as you read, you may not want to be drinking anything while reading, if you don’t want to find yourself spitting it out! Yes, the master of puns has managed to do it again! I split his Part 3 into 2 parts. On Thursday I will post the conclusion. 🙂
It was the kind of warm sunny evening that would make you feel like you could just sit outside scratching insect bites all night. A full moon was rising, frogs were croaking, and fireflies flashed in and out among the trees. Lou had been watching Luke’s barn for two days now, waiting for Betsy to leave it unguarded, but the cow would not stray far from her pen.
Lou was getting hungry. He had caught a few grasshoppers, but they just weren’t filling enough. He may have to resort to eating fireflies, though they did give him heartburn.
Inside the barn Betsy was making plans. Acquiring the gold had only been a means to an end. What Betsy really wanted was to be free of Luke’s farm and liver own life. Sure, three square meals of hay a day were nice, but Betsy yearned to be free and not under Luke’s yoke. She also didn’t want to be around any more talking animals. With talking animals it could go either of two ways: really bad, orwell, and she had lived with them since 1984 and now she was through living on an animal farm.
She did enjoy having fun at Luke’s expense from time-to-time. Knowing Luke had never met his dad, Betsy sometimes stood at his bedroom window in the middle of the night while he was sleeping and bellowed in a deep voice “Luke…… I, am your father.” Luke often awoke screaming after this with Betsy in the shadows outside chuckling.
But a nice warm sunny beach is where Betsy longed to be. Not boggy and rocky like Borden, but somewhere sandy down in the tropics where she could lay in the sun and tan her hide. And, if she could avoid eating it, she could wear a grass skirt and blend in with the locals.
But she needed a plan, for Luke was smart and he had well-placed cousins that would track Betsy to the ends of the Earth if she just stampeded away. She decided that she must visit Tanya. Tanya knew how to disappear, but she had a weakness for men. Betsy had no such weakness for she tolerated no bull. Yes, maybe she could persuade Tanya to help her devise a plan to escape from Luke’s farm.
So, as the moon rose, Betsy set out for the Mandy Guardtower State Women’s Prison where Tanya was locked up. Betsy crept out of the barn and headed up the river on her way to the big house.
Finally, Lou saw some movement at the farm. The barn door opened and a bovine silhouette emerged and quietly sneaked away, well quiet except for the occasional clanging of her cowbell. At last Lou had his chance. He waited until Betsy was out of site and slowly goose-stepped to the barn door. He looked around to see if anyone had seen him, suppressed a loud honk, and entered the barn.
Lou found Betsy’s lantern and lit it revealing piles and piles of hay. The gold could be anywhere and he didn’t know when Betsy would be back. He quickly grabbed a pitchfork and got to work. After a few minutes of going through stack after stack of hay, and finding several needles but no gold, he heard a distant voice say “I’m just going to check on Betsy before bed time.” Oh no, farmer Luke was coming to the barn.
Lou could hide in the hay, but what would Luke do when he didn’t find Betsy. Lou was so worried he almost started honking nervously. He then let out his best ‘mooooo’. He hoped it sounded convincing to the farmer. The footsteps stopped for a second, and then turned around. Luke was returning to the man-barn. “Whew!” Lou sighed and then honked. He froze until he heard the door of the man-barn shut.
That was a close call. Lou redoubled his effort with pitchfork in wing and sought out Betsy’s treasure. He searched well into the night and left no straw unturned, but he could not find the cow’s valuables. He did find several pies though, cow pies. Uck, he was getting more and more sick of this cow by the minute.
The next morning Betsy arrived at the prison as the prisoners were working in the field. The prison guards took no notice of a cow walking around so Betsy was easily able to walk right up to Tanya. Betsy swished her tail and swatted Tanya’s head. Tanya turned around, and after a brief second of confusion, recognition entered her eyes. “You’re that Luke’s cow. I never quite knew what to think of you.”
Betsy bent down gathered some alfalfa in her mouth and started to chew.
“You know, I could swear I saw you driving a boat once.” Tanya said “Come back here to finish the job?”
“Nooooo,” Betsy mooed “I need your help and I willing to help yoooooou in return.”
“What could I possibly do to help you?” Tanya asked
“I need to leave Luuuuke’s farm and I don’t want him to come after me. I want to be gone for goooood.” said Betsy.
“I’ll help you plan this out, but I need out of this prison. Orange is just not my color you see. And I’ll have my revenge on a certain man down in Borden one day.” Tanya said.