The Cow and the Chicken
Dear Alicia, On a quaint little farm in the middle of nowhere was a cow name George. George was a longhorn who spent most of his day grazing the pasture and chewing his cud. The pasture was relatively safe, and the weather relatively stable where George lived. George didn't have a care in the world. George would wake every morning after going to bed every night in the same spot under his favorite tree, and every morning he would make his way down to a small stream to get a drink of water. Life was good for George. Life was easy for George. One cool fall morning when George went down to the stream to get his drink of water he saw something he had never seen in his pasture before. There was a chicken down by George's drinking spot. George stopped for a moment but didn't give it much thought. After all, George is on a farm, so he continued down to get his drink. While George was drinking, the chicken clucked and said, "Hello fellow cow, my name is Herbert!" Georg...