The economy has kept Bessie and the Heffers

away from the coffee truck lately. The first time I called them that I nearly was trampled by them. They only let their dearest friends use that term endearingly to them. That's what they are and they now have allowed me to call them that. But I warn you, don't you go calling them that or they will bolt at you as though they were bulls!
I will never forget the first time I met Bessie at the coffee truck with the girls, gossipping over the hay and chewing the cud. I saw Bessie from the rear and said to myself there goes a rear about the same size as mine and I better get jogging. She always reminds me to workout. She has a reason to be that size, I don't. But quickly we became friends and many little stories of the trip to the city and the trip to the cousins and how the girls went to the Copa and were hanging out and got tripped up in the city from those city slicker Bulls.
Now they have sobered up and are older and the economy keeps them close to home these days, but they still find a way to have a good time, if a sober time. They have been building skills and working out and teaching the little ones the lessons from some of the mistakes they made at the coffee truck and in the city. They have been tending to the little ones with gentleness and courtesy, because now they see where the city slicker lifestyle can carry a cow or two.