The problem is this - Owen has asked young Warrilow who lives back in town but sometimes helps out in the milking-shed, to give one of the herd her magnet. They usually entice the animal to swallow by promising a lollypop for after. Anyway the young fella has gone and given it to the wrong one, given it in fact to a cow who already has a magnet of her own. A dangerous situation as I'm sure you'll agree. (For your future reference we normally check that a cow has not already got a magnet by holding a compass against her.) Anyway. Proper precautions were clearly not taken, and we decided to draw the pair of magnets out by holding a third, and considerably larger, magnet in the creature's mouth.
Well. Let's just say that ours is now a three-magnet problem. And that's about where we stand at the moment Old Man. I leave you this voicemail from the cow-shed standing beside Owen and Warrilow. The cow stares back at us, eyes bulging yet her expression surprisingly menacing. In your own time Old Chap . . .

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