FAWM: ""The Prize Cow" a tale"

"The Prize Cow" a tale

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My attempt at writing a tale. Perhaps it will become a song.

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I heard this tale from my grandfather, Harry Chester Ross, who lived in Digby County, Nova Scotia—that’s Canada, don’t you know. He’s long gone now, but he told me this tale when I was a wee lad visiting him. He was old when he told me the tale, and I’m old now, so this tale goes back a long way.
Now, Harry was a ship captain, but he also kept a milch cow for milk and his wife looked after a few chickens. The truth be known, when he was at sea, she took care of the cows, as well as everything else around the house.
Harry named the cow “Banríon” (Bahn-reen) after his grandmother who was Queen of the house back in Country Tyrone, Ireland.
One day Harry was home, reading before bed, and he knocked over the oil lamp, the glass broke, and a fire started. The fire was blocking the way out the bedroom and he couldn’t get out. He started shouting for help. Well, you would never guess it, but his cow pushed its way into the house, went into the bedroom, and dragged Harry through the flames and out of the house. He was saved by his cow!
As you can imagine, it got a lot of notoriety in the local papers—everyone heard about Harry trapped by fire in the house and being saved by the cow. The cow was famous!
Well, a year later it was a slow news day, so the reporter who wrote the original story about “Banríon” (Bahn-reen), the lifesaving cow, went back to Harry’s to get an update on the story.
When he got to Harry’s house, he saw the cow hobbling around in the yard. The cow only had three legs! It was such a sad sight, seeing the cow trying to stand at the trough and move around a little with only three legs.
The reporter tracked down Harry in the house and asked him, “Harry, what happened to the cow. Why does she only have three legs?”
Harry said, “well, yes, “Banríon” (Bahn-reen) is still pretty famous, and people stop in to see her when they are passing by, but you know, a famous cow like that, you don’t eat her all at once.”
That’s my tale, and if there’s a lie in it, so be it.