Well folks, its that time of year again... That time when the cowboy loads us up into that shaky machine that changes the scenery. This is the time when our steer calves get to move on to someone else, the oldest cows get to take their vacation, and some of the poorly behaved gals get sent off to camp. Now, I've never been to the show, and up until this year I'd only heard rumors through the gals. As you can imagine, by the time word gets passed through a hun'erd cows, a story can get quite distorted--interesting, but distorted. This year is different! A calf I know quite well visited the show, to protect his identity from the paparazzi and whatnot we'll call this calf FEC.
FEC wasnt an extraordinary calf by any means, and although FEC had a mostly normal beginning, he was just a little different than the other calves, but nonetheless he was ready to go on to his new herd, so off onto the trailer transport machine he went. We're not sure how long he was on the machine but he said it was a lot of ruminating, so who knows. He says when they got to the show there was a whole slug of other cows besides the ones from our herd, and that it wasn't all younguns either. Anyhow, they grouped all of the calves up into groups of calves that looked similar before they could head into the stage. FEC got to go in solo and it was unbelievable.
As FEC entered the stage there was an old cowboy directing him where to go and then another cowboy ushering him around the stage. As FEC danced around the stage with his usher, there was another cowboy somewhere talking very quickly echoing throughout the room. Cowboys from the crowd would holler out and the fast talking voice would pause for a split second. FEC could see our cowboy rooting for him in the crowd, and then the usher guided him off the stage.
Backstage FEC was met by even more cattle than upon arrival most of which would soon be travelling to their new home. FEC could hear calves that were homesick, and cows that were excited, but knew from personal experience those homesick critters would soon move on and fit right in in their new place. FEC moved, guided by some more cowboys until again he saw our cowboy's transport machine and our cowboy. FEC was happy to know that none of the other cowboys could want him badly enough for our cowboy to give him up.
So back onto the transport machine went to bounce and wobble his way back to us and tell us this story.