-Hector, the dairy cows, and Bessie's victimization-

Hector’s a hired-hand

at a small dairy farm in Westport, Massachusetts.

he keeps the grounds well served

and the cows seem resigned to stay in place.

having said that, a few may wander off

on rare occasions and the cows which do,

exhibit no inclination to make a run for it

as their wanderings are casual and reasonable

with hardly a vocal utterance other than

what appear to be a few calls for unity.

on the other hand, Hector's dairy cows seem to be perpetually sorrowful,

forever in mourning, the Portuguese widows of the farmland, although

they've hatched no schemes to escape the doldrums of their station in life.

as for Hector, he ignores the occasional breaches along the fencing wire

convinced that his dairy cows are contented dairy cows.

....but early this morning, after an unusual milking session,

an underlying restlessness befell the cow-patch.

“Pssst,..Bessie. Listen-up. Look, you know all the gals really like you, right?

Ok. That's good. So.. you go over there, see? And when the guy sees you

he’ll go over there, too. And when he goes over there to rope you back in,

the rest of us can get the hell outta here... Ok?"