Ricky and Johnny watched with quizzical interest as Daddy daily chased after Nancy, who was obsessed with freedom. To boot, Nancy was hand-raised by women and had no interest in or respect for men. Couldn't help but admire her for that. Time and again Daddy had to resort to asking for help from Mother or me. I felt Nancy was making my point for me, that women are just as good as men at everything.
Since there were no other children in our family, I used to commune with Nancy after school and soon she began to look forward to our talks. I fed her what goodies I could find and she enjoyed licking my hands and face. With a tongue as raspy as sandpaper, I didn't need to exfoliate.
Whenever I approached her tied in the field, she would rush madly to the end of her tether and give me pause for my safety. She was a big inscrutable animal and I was a sliver of a girl. I didn't want my final adventure to be "trampled by a cow in the bud of youth." Somehow I know my intimidation was surely excessive because she did indeed love me and the feeling was mutual.
Without pictures of Nancy, I send along my version.
Nancy, the man-hating cow