Narwal

I met a cow in India. Her name was Narwal

 She came in with four other heifers, but she made the world know that she was different.

She was special.

One day the girl who cleaned her stall came to the farmer and said,

“I can’t clean the stall anymore. Narwal pushes me out. “

The farmer went to the stall and sure enough, the five heifers made a semi circle

With Narwal at the center, and at her look, they approached the farmer

And gently, but firmly pushed him out of the stall.

The farmer knew he had a problem calf, but he had others before her

So he learned to cope with her idiosyncrasies

 She had a rope harness, tied with a knot, like all the other cows

Every morning Narwal would be roaming free in the pasture with no harness

The farmer put the camera in her stall

She waited till the farmhands were gone

And then she did her neck movements and shoulder machinations

And freed herself from the harness

Narwal was artificially inseminated and was heavy with calf

One morning, when the farmhands came in

She was seated in a clean corner with a clean calf beside her

 She delivered the calf in another corner, cleaned it and herself and found a comfy place to sit.

When her calf was weaned, the cowhands milked Narwal

 She was a Jersey cow, and should have produced 22 liters of milk

But she only produced 2 liters of milk

Again, the cameras revealed that Narwal drank her own milk

Rather than produce it for sale

When another farmer tried to buy her

She refused to go on his truck. He finally gave up

Narwal had horns, she had eyes that melted your soul, so she lived a relatively free life

 I think the world needs Narwals.