Arthur Scott Bailey

The Tale of the The Muley Cow Arthur Scott Bailey

It was a proud day for Johnnie Green when his father told him that he might have the Muley Cow for his very own. The moment he heard the news Johnnie couldn't help interrupting his father with a shout."Not so fast!" said Farmer Green, with what Johnnie knew was only a "pretend" frown. "She's not yours-yet. And when you learn what you'll have to do to win her perhaps you won't want the old cow after all.""Won't I?" cried Johnnie Green. "I'll do anything you ask of me!""When you've learned to milk her, she'll be yours," his father said. It was noon on a summer day when all this happened. And Johnnie Green wanted to go to the pasture at once and drive the Muley Cow home to be milked. But his father wouldn't let him do that. He said Johnnie must wait until milking-time came, that evening. Now, it had often happened, in the past, that Johnnie was late in driving the cows home. But on this day he started off for the pasture with old dog Spot a half hour earlier than usual. Any cows that lingered to snatch a mouthful of tempting grass by the wayside found themselves rudely urged along toward the barn. There was some grumbling among them. And the Muley Cow told her companions that if she had known Johnnie Green was going to be in such a hurry she would have jumped the fence into the back pasture and stayed there as long as she pleased. They had not been in the barn a great while before the Muley Cow had a surprise. Johnnie Green, carrying a three-legged stool in one hand and a milk pail in the other, stepped alongside her, on her left."If I were you, I'd get on the other side," said his father with a grin, "unless you want her to kick you and teach you better."Johnnie Green couldn't help looking sheepish. If his father hadn't cautioned him he would have tried to milk the Muley Cow on the wrong side. He was so eager to learn to milk her, and to win her for a prize, that he scarcely knew what he was doing.