Moo!" the stranger shouted, "moo! moo!"

My brother! Some happened to my brother! What could it be? "Moo?" I inquired.

He replied simply, "Moo."

I though I might have misunderstood him, with his deep southern accent. Could really be true my brother had been crippled?

"M-o-o." The stranged repeated himself. I had heard right all along. My brother had been cripled. Not only that, but he was near death.

I had always worried that this kind of thing might happen, and it finally did. What would I do without my brother? He was my only family; my only kine. If anything happed to me, from a broken neck to an injured ego, I knew I could count on my brother to be there to help me through it. I had to be there for my brother at this time, because, well, we were brothers!

I had only two hours to pack up my stuff, and get to the place where the cattle drive started before the cattle drive that went closest to my brother's whereabouts would leave. The first part, packing up my stuff, was easy due half in part to my possessoins, which were nothing. The second half was due to the first half; I had nothing to pack it in, but if I did I would need to possess at least two things to make it worthwhile.

I tried to clarify this. I would require basically a container and some item, which we will refer to as a trinket, to be contained in the container. The simple existence of my own suitcase, briefcase, or Tupperware would have absolutely no merit, and I would be forced by necessity to throw it out! Unfortunately, what I had just thought confused me for ninety minutes. At which moment I realized I had only thirty more minutes to reach the point of departure. I guess that first part was actually pretty hard. I'm glad I didn't have anything to pack; it would take even longer!

I sauntered towards the place where the cattle drive started. The other cow called it the "moo," so I guess I'll call it that too. At my sauntering pace, I estimated I would reach the "moo" in two hours. That just wouldn't cut it. I lumbered quickly so I could get there in time. I wasn't sure I would make it in time. I had lost track of the time and I didn't possess a watch. Hearing the cattle drive start up, I realized that I wouldn't make it. I slowed my lumbering to sauntering. Then I stopped. I would have to traverse the long path to my broter alone.

I crossed the pasture to the fence. With a quick glance I analyzed the size of the fence. With the aid of a running start, I was on the other side of the fence.

"Moo!" I yelled. Freedom was great. I meandered down the road appreciating this new experience to the fullest. Freedom was still great a couple miles down the road. I then realized I had no idea how to get to my brother's location.

Pausing in the middle of the road, I panicked. What was I to do? My train of though was derailed with a blaring sound. A truck! It screeched towards me and I panicked again. My instincts told me to shamble. I shambled fast than I had ever shambled in my life. The car didn't stop in time to miss me. However I did start in time to miss the car. I was physically unharmed, although my therapist has a different opinion on my mental and emotional state. I continued down the road shaken but alive.

If you have ever been in a near-miss with a truck (when you were a cow), you would be aware of how tiring it is. I had just become quite aware of it. The woods near the freeways beckoned me as a haven for my slumber. I walked in and promply fell asleep.

Did you know what cow-tipping is? I learned that night what cow-tipping is.

Did you know New Jersey has a cow hunting season? I learned another thing that night. Shambling faster that cow had ever shambled before, I shambled out of the woods and down the road.

Bus! I shambled in the woods again.

Hunter! I shambled back to the road.

I was so relieved I didn't know what hit me.*