By Logan Coffin
5^th grade, Los Angeles County
Illustrated by Foothill High School

It all started on a dairy farm called "Winfield Milk". All the cows were out in the pasture grazing on luscious green grass misted by the morning dew. There was only one cow not in the pasture, named Daisy. She was sneaking around the barn when she suddenly heard the Farmer and his stable hand talking. Daisy listened real closely to what they were saying. Daisy ran back to the pasture as fast as she could, but a huge truck suddenly stopped her. The people driving were unloading huge stainless steel things. Daisy did not know what they were. Finally, she went back to the pasture.

Daisy wasted no time telling the other cows what she had heard. "Guess what Farmer Winfield told the stable hand?" Daisy said excitedly. "He told the stable hand that they weren't gong to milk us." "Stop!" yelled Daisy. "They have to milk us. Milk is a big part of California. People need strong bones. They also need calcium and vitamins A, C and D to be healthy."

"Oh no!" the cows all said.

As soon as they said that, the Farmer came out with his Stable Hand. They both led the cows to a big building that wasn't there before. On the door was a big sign painted in white letters. It read Parlor. All of the cows were getting nervous now. They directed the cows into the building. There was all the stainless steel in the building. Each of the cows were put into individual slots. Each cow had something hooked to her udder with a tube coming out of it. The farmer flipped a switch and the cows began to get milked by the machine.

All at once the cows stared ahead and started to talk again. It was all a big misunderstanding. They were going to get milked, just not by the farmer or the stable hand. From now on they will all get milked from the parlor and love it!