Short Stories No 2--- The 2 cows

Once upon a time, there were 2 cows, Flora and Fauna, both belonging to Farmer Jones.

At mealtimes, both cows were allowed to graze on the grasslands behind the ranch.

Farmer Jones had built a fence which divided the the grasslands into half, for the other half belonged to his neighbour Farmer Smith.

Everyday, Flora and Fauna would stand at the fence, and admire the grass on the other side.

"Oh Fauna oh Fauna, don't you think the grass on the other side looks so much more luscious?" Flora would moo.
" Oh Flora oh flora, indeed, even the dew drops on the grass blades looks so much sweeter." Fauna would moo in reply.

One day, Fauna decided to leap over the fence just for a small bite of the grass on the other side.

" Oh Flora oh Flora, won't you join me in the feast?" Fauna mooed questioningly.

"Oh Fauna oh Fauna, I would love to do so, except the mud that I'm standing on is so much stickier and yuckier and my hooves are soo deeply stuck i can't move them." Flora mooed back.

" Oh Flora oh Flora, aren't we grazing on the same brown mud?" Fauna mooed.

" Oh Fauna oh Fauna, indeed we are grazing on the same side but the mud I'm standing on just seems so much gooey-er than yours. " Flora mooed.

So, sseing that she could not persuade Flora, Fauna leapt over the fence to feast on the delicious grass.

After feasting for sometime, Fauna looked over and saw that Farmer Jone's grass looked more delectable than usual. So, she leapt over the fence and feasted on the grass on Farmer's Smith side. Then she looked up and saw that Farmer Jone's grass looked more delicious. So she leapt and ate and leapt and ate.

As days passed by, Fauna became so toned and muscular that Farmer Jones decided to keep her for the Annual Cutest Cow Competition.

Flora, on the other hand, had became so listless that she couldn't eat the grass on Farmer Smith's side that she lost her appetite and became thinner and thinner everyday. Seeing that Flora was wasting away, Farmer Jones sold her to the peelers, so that her skin may be used to make bags and her hair to make brushes.

2 friends, the same conditions, the same owner, with very different fates.

Moral of the story--- You can either choose to indulge in 1) the grass is greener on the other side 2) the mud you're standing on is yuckier. Not both. And if you really wanna do sth, go ahead. Who remembers for long that you look as spastic as Fauna leaping over the fence repeatedly? All the world remembers is the medal she's gonna win at the competition.