Twice the Fool

"This is going to be a hot one today," I said as I grabbed my rack talking to my cow. Qwynn responded with a light moo as I hoist on a strip to a plough. Different day, sameo routine. We went at it through the field as we made our daily job and routine. But man, was I sweating after a good twenty minutes. Even Qwynn wasn't having it at first but after a couple of slips of waters, we persevere.

We were a natural unit, her and I. I knew Qwynn since she was a calf and instantly I saw greatness in her. We've been friends ever since l, and there's been plenty of moments at the end of the shift that we talked. Although it's just me talking and her mooing, it's those types of conversations I look forward to before getting any complete shut eye.

Qwynn and I were nearly almost done by noon, so by then, we decided to both take a well deserved break. She kneeled down as all cows do when they need to relax, while I proceed to sat against her on the dirty ground we are working on. I can feel like her pulse and body shifted as I lend my back against her, but didn't put all my weight on her. It was too hot for that.

After a good half hour under the blasted sun, we resumed our task. However, we started hearing shouts from our new shepherd whose named Arnold. From what I could gathered, he cried, "Help! Help! There's a werewolf!"

Yesterday, the boy cried a wolf and now it's a werewolf? Something ain't right here, but a good Samaritan in me told me to check on the boy. Yet I wasn't the only one, other villagers stopped what they were doing and came out to check on Arnold too.

Before I was on the other side of the fence, I turned to Qwynn suggesting that she stays. She mooed without even testifying. I can tell she was getting tired and we were nearly almost done with our task at hand. However, we folks at the Redhand Village take care of our own, so if a boy is calling for help, you can bet we'll be there.

After I jumped over my fence, and grabbed my rake that was lending against it, I met with my fellow villagers. We all walked towards to the fields where our shepherds gathered the herd. We were all curious to know if what the boy said about a werewolf was true. Was he just calling out for attention? Or was there actually such a deadly beasts amongst the sheep? The only way to find out was to be there in person.

Eventually we came to where the boy was and sure thing, the sheep were unbothered. Arnold came in quick as he did with a sweaty forehead, proclaiming there: "You all just missed it! There was a werewolf over there amongst the trees. I saw it's red eyes!" He even pointed where he was seeing things.

A few of us went ahead while the remaining stayed with the boy. I, along with a couple of men (the baker and blacksmith) went forward to see what the communion was all about. We had our preferred weapons in hand. The blacksmith with his sword that he was grinding earlier; the baker with his rolling bin; and lastly, me with a rake. We were a oddly trio of warriors if you could imagine it.

As the blacksmith, baker and I proceeded forward with caution in mind, eventually we came to a realization that there was nothing out here in the woods, at least dangerous to say the least. Cause all we ever saw was woodland critters, such as a couple of squirrels, rabbits and does. Nothing unproculiar down in these woods. Not even a trail or footprint of what we were looking for.

Now we are having a case of deja Vu. The boy lied to us for the second day in a row!? Fool me once, it's on me; fool me twice, it's on you. The three of us headed back, and once we came near the folks who stayed by our shepherd, we all just shook our heads.

"No, I swear there was a werewolf just now!" The boy protest.

"It clearly didn't happen. We didn't see anything suspicious in there," replied the baker.

"You have to believe on this! I know what I saw!"

"Just like you told us yesterday about a regular wolf?" The blacksmith asked clearly not being amused.

"That was different cause yesterday I was bored out of my mind."

"Sorry kid, but maybe the hear is getting to you," I responded this time. "What was the last time you had water?"

"You ought to believe, Farmer George. I won't be lying to you for a second time in a row."

"Ah! You admit that you do lie at any chance you get," said our elderly washmaid.

"That's not the point. I'm warning you all I did see something in those woods."

None of us knew what to say. We were all tired and sweaty from this hot day. The boy continue to stare at us as if we would finally cave to his shenanigans. However, none of us were having it. We needed to get the rest of the day's work done. Eventually one by one, all was left was just me and the boy.

Arnold looked at me as if I was the one he can count on, but I all have to say was, "Be sure to drink your water. You ought not get dehydrated."

The boy gave me a dumbfounded look. One of those "are you for reals?"

Eventually he goes: "Whatever you say, Farmer George. One of these days, you all will know that I was right all along."

"It's like you said, son. Whatever you say."

I then pay him farewell as he went back to flocking the sheep. I had to go back to my farm. Cause afterall knowing her, Qwynn was mooing my name.