The mother cow got stuck in the river. And the baby leaned down to take one drink and she got her drink, and then she fell into the river. The mother cow held onto her and they both got out.
They got back to the farmyard. The horse was sitting down and got up and ran out to meet them, when a lion came.
Then some people came up to the river to catch some fish but they didn catch any.
The farmer ran out with one bear. And the bear got loose and the sheep came running after him with one horse and one dog and one rooster. And the bear stopped running and sat down on a cool spot under a tree. The sheep caught up to the bear and the bear bit him. Then the baby calf chased them back to the forest. And the farmer sat down and got his baseball shoes on and went out to the baseball field. But the baseball game was all over and the other people had gone home.
And the farmer stayed up all night worrying: if one of my farm animals died, the other animals would be all right, but that one would be dead.
But none of the farm animals died. They just slept in the night. But the farmer died. And the other animals never died, even without the farmer to take care of them.
Then some wicked people came out. All the animals never died by themselves but the horse died when the wicked people came out. But the little horse, who had come running with the sheep to catch the bear, grew up and now there was a new horse in the farmyard. But the wicked people even shot that one. Then they shot all the other farmyard animals except the sheep.
And the sheep got really angry. The next time the wicked people came to kill the sheep, the sheep ran after them. But the wicked people didn just stand there, they ran away from the sheep. And the sheep just ran after them saying, "I'm the meanest animal in the farmyard and I can catch those wicked people." And then sheep caught up with the wicked people just as they were sitting down resting and the sheep shot those wicked people with his special gun and then ran out to the bear and all the other farm animals and made alive again with his magic wand, for the sheep was also a fairy. Then he came to the farmer and did the same thing. And the farmer ran away from those wicked people, until the sheep told them he had already shot the wicked people with his gun.
And then the horse started running away off the rock and told the sheep that there was danger. And the sheep went to find out what kind of danger there was. But what kind of danger did the sheep find there? He found a lion.
And he ran away, turning his head and told the horse that it was a lion.
Meanwhile the mother cow and the baby calf sat on a nice warm rock looking at that tree, the apple tree that the wicked hunters had planted. Then the horse got stuck in a net which some other wicked people had used to catch animals to eat. The bear took his sharp teeth and tore the net open. Then the horse got away by running.
Now the baby calf wasn't watching for danger and she was walking down a jungle path. And while she was doing this, a fierce lion came after her. And the mother cow told her that the jungle was dangerous. And the baby ran away from the jungle though the woods and back to the farmyard.
Then an airplane flew and landed in the farmyard. And the door flew open and out ran three horses. And then the airplane flew to a grassy field to get some more oil and fly over the farmyard. But it didn stay there. It started up the propellers again and flew over the farmyard. But it didn get far because it didn have any gas in the gas container. So the pilot put new gas in the gas container, but before he could start flying again another person caught him.
This was written when I was 4 or 5. Like "My Big Book About Raining" I dictated the story and my mom wrote it down for me.
This was one of those childhood items that was always getting lost, refound, and put into storage for years. I remember whenever I dug it out of storage, it would never be quite like I remembered it from last time.
When I first wrote this I took it quite seriously, and for a long time after considered this the child's equivalent of "The Great American Novel". Then in 3rd grade my mom took it out of storage and read it to me again, and it was suddenly not only bad, but hilariously bad. I laughed and laughed and thought I had unintentionally written the funniest thing ever.
Now when I look at it, it seems to me neither exceptionally good nor exceptionally bad. Just typical of something a child that age would write.
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