Olivia was always shoving the other cows away from the hay. She was a fat cow, she ate all the time. She never seemed to get enough hay. She grew larger and larger each passing day. The other cows were always whispering among themselves, “She’s such a pig! She takes all the good hay and leaves us nothing but the leftovers. She is a real bully too!”
Olivia knew the other cows didn’t like her much. She didn’t care, as long as she got what she wanted. So she ate until she was ready to pop. Then she’d find a nice warm spot to lay down for a long nap. While she napped, the other cows tended to their baby calves. The other cows even cared for Olivia’s calf, his name was Dusty.
Each morning, farmer Joe would watch his cattle while he worked.
Olivia noticed he was really interested in her. Filled with pride, she would eat even more when she knew farmer Joe was close by. “Look girls, you see who farmer Joe is looking at, don’t you? He knows the best when he sees it. That is me!” Her calf, Dusty, just bowed his head in embarrassment.
Lucy, the oldest cow in the bunch nuzzled Dusty. “It’s okay; we all understand how she is. Don’t be embarrassed. We each make our choices on how we act. Just remember, what we do today, will determine what our tomorrow will be like. Now, put a smile on your face and let’s enjoy the day!”
“I know that you are right, but I’m so ashamed of her. It even embarrasses me that others know she is my mom! Why can’s she just be a normal cow? I look at the other moms and watch how they cuddle their calves. My mom never did that with me. It makes me sad that you had to nurse me instead of my own mom,” cried Dusty. Lucy licked the tear from his face.
With a smile, Lucy spoke. “Someday, when it’s too late, Olivia will realize what she has given up. Learn from her mistakes so you don’t make the same ones. Now, how about we go see where all the other calves are hiding?”
Dusty and Lucy wandered off toward the other end of the pasture. The calves were playing a game of “High Kick”. The calves would kick their back feet and see who could kick the highest. Dusty went running to his friend Stomper, who was Lucy’s son.
“Can I play?” asked Dusty.
“Sure you can,” replied Stomper.
Levi shouted as he was pushing Dusty, “Now wait a minute! We don’t want that weirdo playing with us! His mom thinks she is better than our moms. We don’t like her or Dusty!” Suddenly, Stomper stepped between Levi and Dusty.
Stomper shouted, “Just because you don’t like someone because of who their family is, doesn’t make it right! You don’t know Dusty. He isn’t anything like his mom. He will play!”
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