Of moos and men

A story I wrote awhile ago.

425 years ago Super Moo, a cow with supreme intellect, was by accidentally created in the lab. Super Moo was tired of his kind being made into cheeseburgers. Using a man made robot arm he made weapons and tools to help cows enslave humans. Over each land he appointed a cow lord. When a cow lord died a cow from his land replaced him. This is the story of two slaves of a more recent cow lord.
Harry put his shovel down. The hole wasn’t even half a foot deep. The hole had to be deep enough to go under a partially underground fence. Now that he thought about it maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. How was he going to cover the gradually growing hole and hide the rapidly increase—

“How the hole coming?” asked his sister, Ann. The were planning to escape from Lord Cowmere’s vegetable farm and go to the rebel group Cowmere kept blabbing about. The rebels are the last of the free humans. They plot to over throw Super Moo. All other men labor for the cow. Harry picked up the shovel and took on last jab at the earth. Take that, you stubborn old hole.
“It’s doing ok, I suppose,” replied Harry, glaring at the hole. “ I guess we should find something to cover up this hole here.”

“And the mound,” added Ann.

So they set of to find some tumbleweed as a bush mimic to cover the hole. While they were looking for a weed they saw a female cow brush the earth with her tail.

“Hi. Names Daisy. Friends, if I had any, call me Daze. Cowmere told me to dust the farm.” Said the cow the moment she saw them.
A mote fell on a beet and she hastily whipped it.

“And how are you going to do it?” asked Ann.
“By whipping each mote with my tail,” replied Daisy.
“That’s ridiculous. More motes keep on coming. Since you’re a cow, you might be able to make an excuse,” said Harry.

Harry’s plan for Daisy worked and she gave them a cowbell which she told them to ring if they needed her help. For several days they dug the hole and then visited Daisy.

One day they were digging the hole here when they saw a black C.L.T.V. (Cow luxury transport vehicle) in the distance. Harry quickly dropped the shovel, and hastily covered the hole.
Out of the C.L.T.V. came two bulky cows and an ancient cow that was as much metal as flesh. In the ancient cow’s eyes there was intelligence and cruelty. The trio made their way through the farm to the marble manor. Harry and Ann cautiously followed. The trio entered the manor and the siblings eavesdropped.
“The rebels have attacked Fort Dairydale but we manage to hold them off.” Said Cowmere.
“ They must be exterminated by the feast of La Vaca Jose. I don’t care how you do it,” said a raspy, wispy, ancient voice. Jose was a bull who slew the matadors and caused the arena to collapse.
“Yes lord Super Moo.” Replied Cowmere. The conversation went on.

So Lord Super Moo is still alive. Later Cowmere came out and noticed the hole because the weed was askew.
“ So you plan to join those rebels. I might as will begin my task with you.”

Ann rang the bell. Cowmere charged at Harry. Harry grabbed his horn and rode him like a rodeo star. Ann threw the shovel and it bounced idly on the ground. Cowmere threw Harry and prepared to deal the finishing blow. Then Daisy appeared and charged Cowmere, stunning him long enough for Harry to grab the shovel and deal a mortal blow to his skull. Cowmere collapsed to the ground, as dead as a cheeseburger.

Harry and Ann made it to the rebel group. Daisy replaced Cowmere and pretended to exterminate the rebels, when actually hiding them and sending supplies. Cowmere was made into steaks, a common burial custom when nothing else is decided. One day there will be an earth in which cows and humans live together in peace.