A SILLY COW
Old Mac had a farm. He had a cow named Milly on the farm. She was the most beautiful cow on the farm. She was snow white, with great, big, gentle brown eyes and long, curly lashes. Being so beautiful she was always worrying herself to death trying to find out what the other animals had to say about her.
“Oh, how white you are! How come you so white all over?” cheeped little Chippy the chick.
“Mooo! Now, why shouldn’t I be white?” asked Milly.
“Because yellow is the right colour. Fluffy, golden yellow. Like myself!” said Chippy the Chick.
Milly looked at the little Chick. She thought ‘Yellow is such a good colour Butter is yellow. The sun is yellow. Daffodils, buttercups, hay, corn are yellow ‘. She was very upset. She wandered around the farm with a sorrowful look wishing she was yellow instead of white.
The main gate was being painted and Farmer Mac had left a tin of Yellow paint by the fence. Milly was delighted. She dipped her tail into the paint and splash! Was able to paint herself yellow all over. Now, she was just the right colour the painted to be.
Quit pleased with herself, she ambled down to the river for a drink of water.
“Yonk! Yonk! Yonk! A yellow cow. What an awful colour! Such a bad taste, I might say,” croaked Froggie.
“Why?” cried Milly.
“Because green is better, Yonk! Yonk!” croaked Froggie. “The grass is green, leaves are green. Frogs like me are green.”
Milly looked around her and said to herself ‘Froggie is right. Green is the best colour, after all. I’d better do something about it.’ And off she went to look for a tin of green paint.
She found a whole lot of tins of paint of different colours in the old barnyard, since Farmer Mac was now painting the barn and the house. She quickly dipped her tail in the green paint, and painted herself all over in no time. She was becoming quite a good painted herself all over in no time. She was becoming quite a good painter! She was becoming quite a good painter! She was very pleased with herself, but not for a long.
On her way to the meadow, she met a butterfly. “My, my! You are a funny cow! A green cow! Whatever made you so green?”
“what’s wrong with green?” meandow, she met a Butterfly. “My, my! You are a funny cow! A green cow! Whatever made you so green?”
“What’s wrong with green?” moaned Milly, quite upset at once.
“Well, you should be like me! See how gay and colourful I am. It’s the ‘in thing’ now, you know, to mix up all the colours-red, blue, brown, yellow, black and purple. And a dash of shocking pink too! Now that’s what you call modern art!” And the Butterfly flew off with a giggle and flutter.
So, once more, Milly hurried back to the tins of paint, and painted herself with splashes of all the different colours she could find, from the tip of her horns to the bottom of her hooves. Off she ambled once more, quite pleased with herself.
This times she met a gaggle of white geese swimming in the lake.
“Toink! Toink! Just look at that silly creature over there. So many awful colours! Such a bad taste! She should be snow white, like us!” and the turned their proud heads the other way, and swam out to the centre of the lake, cackling all the time.
As usual, Milly was most upset. She hurried back to the farm once more and found a bottle of turpentine. She washed off all the paint from her body and was white again. But not for long!
Soon, she met Canary. “Oooh, Milly! You’re too much white! Now, a dash of yellow would make you really quite attractive. Like me, for instance!”
And so, Millly turned yellow all over again. And then green, and then pink and then white again, and then red and so on, and on.
Everyone on Farmer Mac’s farm started calling her the “silly cow”.
