"Hey. Hey you. Santa.......Santa." Willie Boy snorted out.
(Sneaks out a short whistle)
"Santa." He said, grumbling.
"Listen, it is getting real close to Christmas time and there are a few of us who have some requests that have flown by your ear like a red-nosed reindeer, and I thought maybe I could get you to listen." He snorted a little bit, looked left and then right, then back at Santa. "I know that we have trees with no leaves, and we've got grass brown enough to make anybody blue, and it is getting colder out here every day, and yes you can look away from it, but I know I even have this yellow accoutrement '16' TAGGED to my ear, but don't you think that even us lowley beef providers could stand a bit of fresh food and maybe a little red and white candy cane mixed in with it?"
He stomped around, his tail flicking back and forth, brushing off flies that weren't even there, he shuddered a bit and his whole hide moved jerkily around his body, and he finally looked at Santa again.
"Yes, Yes." He mumbled under his breath, as his jaw moved back and forth, chewing his cud, "Yes, I'll keep wearing the reindeer horns......it seems to be the least I can do...." he spouted, grumbling as he moved on.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Sherri Stamps Davidson
Willie Boy the Bull
Dewey, Oklahoma
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