I Escaped From The Jail

Two bundles of green grass were kept in front of me. Freshwater glittered in the sunlight and reflected me more beautifully. But, I had no interest to eat up the grass or to enjoy the view.

I thought of the days that I spent joyfully with my mom in our owner’s home. They grew me up with at most love and care, right from my birth. Their children play with us all day. They considered me as one of their family members. They use to feed us with hay and grains and allow us to grace in their own farmlands.

Unfortunately, our owner met with a great loss as the seasonal crops in his field did not yield the expected harvest. He fell into great debts. So, he had very little to feed us. He could not digest our pathetic state. At the same time, he was not ready to sell us to someone who could not take care of us well. I too have seen some cows roaming in roads and garbage lands in search of food. They eat rotten vegetables and dusty grass grown in the garbage.

So, he sold us to a big dairy farm. I had no words to express my distress. Then I convinced myself that this money will help our owner to clear his debts.

I and my mom were put in different sections of the dairy farm. The farmhouse was not as sweet as I expected. I was put in a separate slot, almost like a cage. They punched my ears with a card that had unique numbers. The cows there had no other work to do except eating up the grass, kept before them.

They follow a unique strategy to feed the cows. They have mounted a sensor in our food trays. When the food tray gets empty, it raises an alarm. Then the farm maintenance team fills our trays with grass and water. I wonder why people don’t implement such a strategy in their streets too. Why can’t they keep a common food tray in every street and ask the people in the street to fill this tray with excess food they waste daily. Through this, they can avoid wastage of food and simultaneously they can feed the helpless cows, dogs, and other animals without food.

I was not ready to spend my life as a prisoner. An idea splashed my brain. I pretended as I fell ill. They took me out of the farm. Using this opportunity, I escaped from that prison and ran out in search of some good souls who could lend me food. – Voice of a cow.