I grew up just outside a northwest Iowa town that the locals called a “one horse” town. I can remember there being quite a few barns in town and my grandpa always had a couple of standard bred horses in his barn and pasture so I always thought it was a “two horse” town. I hadn’t thought about this until the other day when I heard about Mount Jackson’s trouble. Mount Jackson is a one cow town.
It seems that the only dairy cow in Mount Jackson, Virginia stopped giving milk. The citizens did some research and found they could buy a dairy cow in Antigo, Wisconsin for $200.00.
They bought the cow from Wisconsin and the cow was wonderful. It produced lots of milk all the time, and the citizens were pleased and very happy. They decided to acquire a bull to mate with the cow and produce more cows like it. They would never have to worry about their milk supply again.
They bought a bull and put it in the pasture with their beloved cow. However, whenever the bull came close to the cow, the cow would move away. No matter what approach the bull tried, the cow would move away from the bull and he could not succeed in his quest.
The citizens were very upset and decided to ask Dr. Miller, a very wise Vet from Front Royal, what to do. They told the Vet what was happening. “Whenever the bull approaches our cow, she moves away. If he approaches from the back, she moves forward. When he approaches from the front, she backs off. An approach from the side and she walks away to the other side.”
Dr. Miller thought about this for a minute and asked, “Did you buy this cow in Wisconsin?”
The people were dumbfounded, since they had never mentioned where they had bought the cow.
“You are truly a wise Vet,” they said. “How did you know we got the cow in Wisconsin?”
Dr. Miller replied with a distant look in his eye, “My wife is from Wisconsin.”
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