Life in the world of Little Munch
This is my story. Let me tell you how it all began.
First of all everyone calls me “Little Munch”. Life for me began with a thump.
“What—what, whoa, what is going on here?” I hollered as I was dropped on the ground.
“Hello there dear,” came the sweetest voice I ever heard. Come to think of it, it was the first voice I ever heard!
“Why I am your mother, dear. My name is Penelope. You are my new baby son. Your name is Beauregard of Hensley, the IV. Your father is the most famous bull in the world. Beauregard Sr is the champion of all the Black Angus bulls in the world. He is the king of bulls.“
“Where am I? How did I get here? I’m really afraid, Mother,” I said.
Mother then begun to lick my body clean from top to bottom and her tongue and touch were so nice. I smelled her breath and knew she was going to be around for a long time.
“Come on now, dear, try to stand,” said mother.
“Whoa there, Nelly,” I said. My knees were sure wobbly, but something deep inside me made me stand up. Then I found the best part of mother. It was at the other end. Lunch! It was milk right from the factory and oh it was so delicious.
I really think I am going to like this. Mother is really cool.