A short tale (sample)
Once upon a time there was a little cow named 123, who lived on a farm in the interior of a faraway city. She had no name, just a tag in her ear that identified her. But that never made her feel any less important.
Here comes the sun, she thought when she saw it through the crack in the stall. “Moo!”
In the vast sunny field, only the most expensive bulls grazed in the areas of always-fresh grass. Beautiful specimens, some even treated like studs. The cows, however, lived confined. They woke up, ate, and soon the hands came, cleaning and pushing them back—every day, on the dot.
123 grew like the others. Other animals lived on the farm. One day, the owner’s daughter got a Persian kitten, playful and curious…
How This Story Was Born
I was job hunting when I came across an absurd post from the owner of a marketing agency.
In short, he divided salespeople into carnivores and herbivores.
It started well, ended terribly:
“A salesperson must be a carnivore — aggressive, go for the kill.
The rest are just lazy, living off warm leads.”
And I thought: how do you disagree with your boss without getting fired?
The satire came boiling in the middle of the night — and saved me from losing my mind.
That’s how The Little Cow 123 was born: a short story about work, identity, and the strange act of meowing in a world that only wants you to moo.
I’ll be publishing it soon.
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Thanks for grazing here with me. 🐄☕