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So Eva, who is Old McEric's daughter, led the five cows to the bakery.
“I’m so excited!” Wacky Cow shouted out in excitement.
“We know you are so excited,” Crazy Cow retorted.
“Well, I just had to let all the readers know.”
“What readers?” Ridiculous Cow asked.
“Uh . . . I meant the whole world. I’m sure Old McEric heard me.”
“LOL!” Crazy Cow shouted.
“Hah? Lollipop?” Wacky Cow asked.
“No, it’s the letters L-O-L.”
“Why in the whole wide wacky world . . .”
“That’s your name!” Ridiculous Cow shouted.
“I know that. . . . would you say some random letters? :P”
“And what was that?” Both Crazy and Ridiculous Cow asked.
“Ya know; it’s a colon and a capital ‘P!’”
“And I think that’s weirder than saying two random letters.” Ridiculous Cow concluded.
“This is just driving me crazy,” Lazy Cow complained.
“At least they aren’t yelling their lungs out,” Good Cow said.
No time to respond to that, for Wacky Cow yelled out: “Bakery!!!”
“We aren’t there yet,” Eva said.
But it wasn’t long when Wacky Cow could yell out “Bakery!”
Eva led the cows through the back of the building and introduced the cows to one of the bakers, Mary.
“She will teach you cows how to bake cookies. I’ll see you guys in about an hour.”
“Can I eat the dough???” Wacky Cow blurted out.
“Heh, ask Mary,” Eva said as she left.
“Well, can I? Huh, huh, huh? Can I? Me? YOU AREN’T ANSWERING!!!”
“Well, I wasn’t able to answer while you kept talking.”
“Well, let’s see. We need to get some flour.”
“Got it!” Crazy Cow exclaimed. “I brought some!”
“Those are daises.” Wacky Cow retorted.
“No, they are flowers!” Crazy Cow responded. “You just don’t know the difference.”
“What do you mean?” Wacky Cow shouted back.
“Guys, daises are a type of flower,” Mary said.
“I told you!!!” both Crazy and Wacky Cow shouted at each other.
“Guys, if we are to do this, we need to cooperate. Stop fighting. And . . . you, stop sleeping in the kitchen!!!”
“Wake up,” Mary commanded.
“His name is Lazy Cow, just in case if you were wondering,” informed Wacky Cow.
“O . . . kay. Let us continue.”
And I don’t think I want to tell the rest. Lazy Cow fell asleep on the dough. Crazy Cow nearly ate all the dough before Mary stopped him. Ridiculous Cow made doughmen with the dough (and the cookies weren’t fully cooked). Only Good Cow and (surprisingly) Wacky Cow did their best. (<spoiler> = cookies for dinner)
After that mess, Eva the cows to their next duty: being a secretary. She took the cows to individual offices and gave them simple instructions: “Obey the boss. Answer the calls. I’ll be back in an hour.”
Good Cow did his absolute best. He obeyed the boss and answered the calls. Pretty simple. :D
Crazy Cow’s story was a little different. He was working at the delivery company for the bakery and his boss told him to answer the calls and write the necessary information down, such as quantity numbers and addresses. “That should be easy!” Crazy Cow said.
RING! “Hello? It’s a good thing I said ‘Hello?’ instead of ‘Goodbye?’ right? Or that I said ‘Good afternoon’ or ‘Good evening’ or ‘Good night,’ which shows that I am very formal in my talk.”
“Um, yes, I suppose so. This is William’s Corner Store. We would like to up the number of loaves of grain bread we have been receiving from 60 to 85.”
“Okay! That will be 85 loaves of bread. I think that’s the perfect number,
instead of 84, 83, 38, or even 1,852,392!”
“Uh, yes. I suppose so.”
“How often do you need these loaves of bread?”
“Wow, that’s amazing. I assure you we are glad you didn’t say ‘yearly.’ What is the address?”
And that went on for like 25 minutes as Crazy Cow critiqued the whole address.
“I didn’t know that there is a Williamsburg in Russia or in South Korea. It would be scarier if it was in North Korea, do you get what I’m saying?”
“Zip code, huh? Weird name. I guess when I put my jacket on I have to enter in a password. Zip code!!!”
Wacky Cow also asked to be secretary of one section of the shipping facility.
“Your first duty is to call this number and to ask them to distribute our bread nationally.”
“Uh, okay, can you say that again?”
“Sure, ask this company to distribute Old McEric’s Grain Bread nationally.”
“Okay, got it!” Do-do-de—dah-dah-de—do-dah-de-dah “Hello, I am calling for Old McEric’s Bakery. We have a request. We would like to make a change in our shipping policies. Can you, uh, disturb Old McEric’s Grain Bread . . . naturally???”
“Um, that’s what the boss told me to say to you.”
“Let me talk to him.”
In addition, Ridiculous Cow also was sent to another area of the shipping
“Call these numbers to seek out new customers.”
“Easy!” And he dialed . . .
“Help!!! That’s right! You need help! You need to get Old McEric’s famous grain bread, and we can ship it over to you to sell!” The line dropped. “Boss, they said it wasn’t an emergency!”
So he started calling the numbers on the list. “Hello, do you know what your store is missing out on? Old McEric’s famous grain bread! We’ll ship it over to your store! So get rid of the bread that becomes moldy as soon as it hits the shelves. Only order Old McEric’s famous grain bread. If you order” (the line went dead) “one loaf, we’ll send you 100 free loaves as a sign of our appreciation.”
When Lazy Cow was brought to his desk, he said, “Well, Eva didn’t tell me what to do when I’m bored. SNORT! ZZZZzzzz . . .” RING!!!
The rest of the day followed suit. Lazy Cow slept as the three goofy cows did goofy things or did only what they wanted to do. Only Good Cow did his best. (And Wacky Cow wasn’t able to eat his cookies for dinner, but he and Good Cow did share them for dessert.)
On the second day, Old McEric couldn’t direct the cows to their tasks. Eva told the cows that Old McEric wouldn’t really be available for the next few days, so she would be the supervisor for the rest of the training period.
“First, we shall pick some apples! You may snack on a few as you go along, but don’t eat too many!”
Eva brought them to an area with five apple trees with cranes, which had instruction books. Good Cow thoroughly read through the manual and was able to operate the machine.
Crazy Cow didn’t want to waste time reading through the manual, so he decided to run into the tree and see how many apples he could knock down. Let’s just say he probably could have knocked himself out first before he dove to the side at the last second and crashed into a fence.
Wacky Cow didn’t want to read break the crane, so he started talking to the apples, trying to convince them to come down so he wouldn’t have to go up and get them. “C’mon! I’m your best friend! Come down. Come down . . . NOOOOWWWWW!!! Humph. You aren’t being obedient. Hey! One fell down! Good boy!”
Ridiculous Cow also didn’t want to read the manual, so he decided to, well . . .
“Hey, reader, reader
Staring at your computer screen
The cow jumped onto the tree
I’m sure you all laughed
To read such sport
And the dish ran away with the spoon”
And Lazy Cow slept under the warm sun.
After that, Eva asked them to fix some broken fences. Good Cow heeded her instructions, but the other four cows didn’t. Crazy Cow just nailed the boards to the posts. Wacky Cow taped it together. “Good as new!” Ridiculous Cow used bubble gum. And Lazy Cow made a bed for himself.
And fixing machinery turned out to be a nightmare. Many of the machines actually seemed decent before a few of the cows touched them.
On the third day, Eva told the cows that her father was actually running for mayor! The cows got so excited for that prospect.
So Eva asked the cows to hang up some campaign posters around the town. Good Cow did the good thing and hung up the posters as he was asked to do. Crazy Cow did the crazy thing by hanging up the posters wherever he wanted to. Wacky Cow did the wacky thing by taping them all over himself and marched around the town. Ridiculous Cow did the ridiculous thing by taking down the opponents’ posters (and he forgot to hang Old McEric’s posters). And Lazy Cow did the lazy thing by using the posters as extra cousin for his blanket.
In the afternoon, Eva gave them a huge job. She gave each of the cows wheelbarrows filled with apples and told them to deliver them to the list of addresses listed on the sheets of paper each cow received.
Good Cow delivered the apples just as he was supposed to safe and sound.
Wacky Cow didn’t read the instructions right and dumped all the apples at the first address. “I wouldn’t know.”
Ridiculous Cow took the long way around when delivering his apples. He got back to the farm late. “Never take a shortcut around Washington D.C.” he told his friends.
Lazy Cow slept in his wheelbarrow. “Turns out not my first choice for a bed.”
But Crazy Cow didn’t know how to read instructions! That night, they didn’t even know where Crazy Cow was.
“Hopefully he’s smart enough to find his way home,” Wacky Cow said. “Seriously, he couldn’t be lost, could he?”
The next day, the cows were surprised to see Old McEric to walk through the doorway. “Mayor McEric!” they cheered.
“Ha, ha. I’m not the mayor yet. It’s gonna be a tough fight, but I think I can do it. But let me talk to you about your performances. Wait, it Crazy Cow hiding?”
“Uh, no, we haven’t seen him since yesterday afternoon,” Wacky Cow answered.
“Huh? Let me call him and let’s see if the remembered to bring his phone.” Beep-bop-bap—be-be-bo—bo-bo-bah-beep “Hello, Crazy Cow. Where are you?”
“Oh, it’s so good to hear your voice again, Mayor McEric.”
“I’m not the mayor yet!”
“Anyways, I tried going to the addresses you asked me to go to, but I can’t find them.”
“Where are you?”
“Well, it’s cold. I think it’s snowing. Oh, look! There’s a polar bear!”
“Oh dear. Anyways, can you stay on the line? I have some things to share with you cows. First with you, Lazy Cow.”
“Well, I was very disappointed with your performance. Pretty much all you did was rest and sleep, sleep and rest. And is that what I asked you to do?”
“Well, no, but I wasn’t up to it.”
“Listen, Lazy Cow. I asked you to do something, and I expect you to do it and to obey me. You can’t do what you want to do all the time. In fact, by not obeying me, that actually show that you don’t really love me. You’re just taking advantage of the blessings I have given you.”
Lazy Cow dropped his head (or at least did the best he could while laying down) and said, “I never considered that before. I’m sorry. I do want to love you, but I guess I have to obey you first.”
“I really hope you can. I love you, Lazy Cow, but you can’t be lazy all the time. Ridiculous Cow, you’re next. I really appreciate your enthusiasm, but I had a feeling it wasn’t coming from your heart. Often times, you just did things just to do it or because you were bored. You wanted to help me, but either you didn’t really want to do that job or you just didn’t want to do it the way I asked you to. How I ask you to do things is the way I believe is best, and if you feel like you have a more efficient way, then it’s best to ask me before proceeding. I wish you could think before you act and act from your heart. It’s time to stop acting ridiculous all the time and do things with a willing heart.”
Ridiculous Cow sighed for a moment, then said, “Yeah, there were some things I really didn’t want to do or felt like I could have a little more fun doing things my way. But I look at the cookies and those are a big mess. I should have done them right or given my suggestions.”
“That’s better. There’s a time to work and a time to be ridiculous. I really do think you are funny, but you can’t be funny all the time. Wacky Cow, I observed that you only did what you wanted to do, or didn’t ask for enough help, or didn’t follow
the directions well enough. For the most part, you just want to have fun. Now I understand that, for a cow, you are quite the extrovert. But there’s a time to put away the social life and to get down and dirty and do what we need to do. There is a time where you can be wacky, but only a time.”
Wacky Cow took this by surprise that Mayor McEric read his heart so well. “It’s tough,” he admitted.
“Yes, but it can be done.”
“Okay. Then I will try!”
“That’s great, Wacky Cow! Now you, Crazy Cow. Are you still on the phone?”
“You betcha. I’m sure I did a great job!”
“Well, I have to say that you didn’t.”
“You did want to do what I wanted you to do, but you couldn’t control your mind. Your mind was in the ‘play mode’ and couldn’t focus on the task ahead. I know, it can take time and work, but in the end, you just have to do it.”
“Well, first, I have to figure out how to get out of here.”
“I agree, but please think about what I said.”
“I will try.”
“And I tell you,” Old McEric encouraged, “if you can think about it, that will mean you have won a battle. True, a battle may be small, but it is a stepping stone.”
“I’ll do my very best!”
“Okay. And Good Cow, I am very impressed. You did do what I wanted you to do and you did it well. Because of your faithfulness, I will gladly allow you to serve in positions better than chewing on grass all day.”
Even though Good Cow witnessed four mini moral lectures, he still didn’t expect to get the job. “Really?”
“I am very pleased. Thank you so very much.”
“And thank you, Old McEric!”
“You’re welcome. And I just want to say again that I love you cows very much. I really do. I want you to do your best, and I feel that I should tell you so you can improve and a do a better job.”
“We will!” Wacky Cow said. “Next time, I will be doing my very best!”
“But I have to find my way home first!” Crazy Cow mooed.
Turns out, he was in Antarctica.
But the following year, if you visited Old McEric’s farm, you could see five cows in suits and doing jobs you have never seen cows do. And you wouldn’t be able to tell which cow was which . . . until they went home.
Do your best and let your work honor the Lord. And God will be pleased.
Hello again! I’m so happy you finished reading my post, and, boy, do I hope you liked it!