09/08/2024
I was walking to school on a typical morning, lost in thought, when I heard a rustling behind me. I turned around to see two cows, their ears flapping and eyes fixed on me, starting to chase me. I took off in a sprint, my backpack bouncing behind me.
The cows kept pace with me, their hooves pounding the ground, and I could hear their labored breathing getting closer and closer. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, my heart racing with fear.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the cows stopped in their tracks. I didn't dare look back, fearing what I might see. But people around me started shouting, "They've stopped! You're safe!"
But I remembered the last time they told me that, and I had slowed down, only to find one cow still hot on my heels. I wasn't about to make that mistake again. I kept running, my legs burning, until I reached the school gates.
Breathless and shaken, I turned around to see the cows calmly grazing by the roadside, as if they had never given chase. My friends burst out laughing at the sight of me, still running for my life.
From that day on, I made sure to always keep a watchful eye out for those two cows, never trusting their seemingly docile nature again. And whenever I told the story, people would chuckle and say, "You're the only person we know who's been chased by cows all the way to school!"
