Moo by Abi B.
Frankie Wilson was walking home one morning after milking her goat, Walnut. The pail in her hand was heavy, a good sign. Walnut was one of the 36 goats that were at the Wilson farm in Kentucky. The farm also had 81 cows, 24 chickens, 79 pigs, 43 sheep, and a horse for every worker, and at the farm, they did everything by hand. In other words, Frankie and her parents (she was an only child) were very busy.
A few minutes later, Frankie groaned. One of the cows was out of her pasture. Frankie set the pail of milk down carefully and started to approach the heifer at a snail’s pace. If she went to fast, the cow would freak out and run off, so she aimed for the frayed rope on its neck. Obviously it had been tied up for milking and had gotten off while a cowhand, probably Carlos, the newest of the hands, was getting a pail ready.
Just as Frankie had gotten about 3 feet away from the cow, it shifted. Frankie froze. Usually if a cow moved slightly, it was intimidated and was probably going to charge. Instead, a small, pink figure dropped out of the heifers mouth. It looked like a butterfly, except with only four legs. Wait, two of the legs were arms! And there was purple and green hair on top of the head! Frankie gasped and forgot all about the cow, who had run off towards the goat barn.
It was a fairy. It started to flit around, though it had an injured wing. Frankie scooped up the fairy and dashed to the nearest barn, leaving the milk pail behind. She hid from the farm hands, climbed to the rafters, and placed the fairy in an abandoned bird nest.
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you. Never really thought you guys were real, but here you are, so….” Frankie stopped. The fairy was writing – in English.
My name is Frahilla. Thanks. I have to go soon, so could you just leave me alone. By the way, what’s your name?
“Frankie. I’ll get a bandage for you. Then I’ll leave.” Frahilla nodded and sat down, playing around with the hay in her hands. Frankie inched her way down and grabbed an ace bandage from the medicine cabinet in the barn.
Thanks again. May you have good fortune.
Frahilla tested her bandaged wing. When it worked, she flitted up to Frankie and whispered a little twinkly noise that sounded like, “Jiggle wiggle humbug juice.” Then she flew off. Frankie jumped off the rafter out of pure pleasure and discovered she could fly!
“Well, how about I get that milk,” said Frankie.