It was a hot day in the garden.. she was garden sitting for a friend. A giant waterproof bean bag in one cool corner: She collapsed in to it almost spilling her tall cold glass of sparkling water. She took a sip and noticed a droopy leaf. She’d been there two days, the owner had said “water when its hot.” She noticed another droopy leaf on another droopy plant. Though the flowers were bright in the sun shine. She took another sloshy sip. A leaf turned in the ever so slight breeze; it turned to face her and stayed in that position. The garden sitter sat the tall chill glass next to her and kept an eye out for insect drinkers. She noticed another droopy plant in a pot, the soil looked like the crumbs in the bottom of a toaster. She settled back in her shady position, marvelled at the bright shining flowers and thought to herself, I’ll water tonight. A desiccated branch snapped somewhere, though she couldn’t see it. The roses she noticed seemed to be all peering in her direction. Ha she amazed. Had they always been watching me like that? A wasp disappeared into a flower, she heard a struggled frantic buzzing... it never came out. She sipped a little sparkling water it dribbled down her chin onto her top, she giggled and looked up into the canopy craddling her from the scorching. A deranged face, made up of leaves, seems to peer back at her. A brown crusty leaf floated down toward her glass of sparkling water and just missed it’s opening and instead settled on the edge of a terracotta pot in a little spot of sunlight. She felt kind of sorry for it, curiously and brushed it into the shade. She took a giant gulp of the bubbly water. Another dry snapping came from behind her. She looked around and saw only garden wall and bushy tree trunks. A bird flew onto the house roof. It looked down at her, then looked at the perspiring glass beverage. The ferns were all turned to face her now, though she didn’t notice. The bird flew off. She sat back, stretched her legs out and dangled her toes just in the sunlight. A yellow petal drifted onto her little toe. Owww she snatched back her feet into the shadows. “did that petal bite me. Some of the branches seemed to be stretching and reaching down toward the cold water, almost touching the rim. Large droopy leaves looked sullen, not enough energy to turn their gaze all the way towards her. A decrepit old twig gently tapped her on the shoulder. She upturned her limbs and the glass beverage: It shattered and the water seeped into the below. Someone shouted Charizard "Charizard.. Charizard" with a whistle; faint sounds of hungry meowing could be heard moving. She looked down at the shards; the water had gone, all dried up, consumed. I'll get the hose out now then. As she unravelled the hosepipe into the centre of the small but lavish garden. Every leaf flower and branch seemed to be focused toward her. Birds started gathering on top of the garden boundary bushes. She turned on the hose, she’d been told to wet the soil not the leaves or they’ll scorch in the sunlight. She flooded the ground with full force water pressure. Every grey brown piece of dusty soil was soaked engorging for a good half hour. She stood there filling plant pots to the brim. The birds eyed the puddles, some were brave and dived into the hydration. Splashing, preening and drinking. The shrubbery seemed to swell, twice the garden seemed now to be here. She turned the hose on herself, drenched from head to foot she went back towards the house to change. She notice one Sunflower, smiling a seedy missing grin. And as she closed the door behind her, all the birds dived into the oasis.
In one of the great Super Cities, one of the ones surrounded by a world of retaken by nature... in it’s bowels they say there’s a nightmare war being fought. Forces sent down to the colossal vats; vats that hold all the chemical waste no longer allowed back into nature. They say Things live in the vats.
It’s just stories to keep kids in the brighter upper areas; stories and also scientists are down there taking samples, trying to find uses for the black goo... they travel with armed guards, just in case.
Daft Cow was fully grown... at least in physical proportions. She liked to play with the other animals. Played chase still. The fox cubs on the farm, looked surprised to see a fully sized cow bow it’s front legs, turn it’s head and then friskily run after them around what was left of the meadow. The farm dogs liked to take it in turns to jump on her back, she stood proud for them and then chased them around the farm yard.
The owners of All Animal Farm fed the rescued chickens as a flash of cow hulk speeded past them, a furious goose behind chasing. Daft Cow tried to play with the free range chickens but they didn’t seem up to it. Their half feathered bodies had never seen a cow before and they scattered when this one dropped a bright orange ball before them. Daft Cow thought this was a game and scattered herself in the opposite direction, hid behind a tractor. The chickens didn’t come to find her. She sulked off to the great metal fence to look at the alligator. The alligator wasn’t allowed to be free range... somehow gator instincts remain intact, even when freed from the competition of survival.
All Animal Farm had a new arrival, a security goat from a scrap yard, she'd never walked on grass... Daft Cow showed her how. The goat kicked in the air so did Daft Cow knocking down a fence post keeping the fence up around the duck pond, a goose chased both of them to the other side of the meadow.
Daft Cow slid up to the tractor shed, she wasn’t allowed in there anymore. The goat was the look out. The daft cow wacked it’s bum on the lock mechanism. It cracked and Daft Cow sauntered backwards into the tractor shed. Two massive gleaming tractors, Daft Cow loved chasing them through the fields, but they sometimes ignored her. The goat was disgusted, how rude.
Daft Cow had a idea... they walked slowly to the trees, into the shade and to a large hole in the ground. Daft cow stuck her snout in the hole and bellowed the largest moo she could muster. Daft Goat did the same with a bleat. Scuffling barking, angry growling. Five adult badgers came raging out of the hole entrance the cow and the goat ran for it.
Daft cow showed Daft Goat the metal fence around the alligator. How she longed to play snap chase with the giant reptile. Daft Goat look unsure. The gator didn’t move, not in the least bit bothered by the playful duo.
Daft Cow stood proud at the top of the hilly paddock. Stood on her back was an impressed Daft Goat taking in the green scape scenery vantage: she'd never seen this many fields before. They looked down on the farm below them. The owners took a picture of the Daft animals on the hillside. This is perfect for the promotional material for our next funding drive.
Many hits the website with the Daft picture got. A year later the picture was taken again. A Daft cow and Daft Goat proud on a hill top., next to them was an older Daft Donkey... it’s eyes bright with mischief.
