Daphne adores being different.
Doing normal cow things seemed like such a bore.
While the others grazed…Daphne made daisy chains, wrapping them around her horns.
While the others practiced their moos…Daphne swam laps in the cool shady creek and warmed herself on the muddy banks.
While the others chewed their cud…Daphne stuffed herself with cookies, loving how they made her plump tummy feel.
The herd was quick to remind her “You must do cow things to be accepted as part of this herd. Your actions make us feel as though we are not being heard.”
Yet Daphne could not help herself…what is normal anyway? She adored being Daphne.
At night, while the others snoozed away, Daphne would sneak out to the wildflower field and dance with the fireflies. She loved the way her long ginger hair glistened in the moonlite.
At night, Daphne polished her black tipped horns and rich red hooves until they shined! She felt confident, fresh, and new.
But in the morning the herd was waiting for her.
“Daphne, we warned you and you continued to disobey. If you aren’t going to act like a cow then we are forced to look away.”
Standing side to side they only allowed poor Daphne to see their swinging tails.
As much as she loved being different, she longed to be accepted.
Being ignored made the vibrant and bold Daphne…dull and glum.
It hurt that the other cows did not accept her.
“I so badly want to be accepted. I know, my changes will never be expected!”
Daphne chewed cud.
Daphne was miserable.
But it didn’t help. All she could see was swinging tails.
Ernest the barn cat had to step in. Dusting off Daphne’s daisy chain he placed the crown back upon her head.
“Daphne, you being YOU is how we see joy, the last thing we need is you being all coy.”
“Ernest, having my herd turn on me is so uncomfortable, it makes me feel sad and so un-loveable.”
“Daphne to the rest of the farm family you are our light. To stop being you, would simply be not right.”
In that instant Daphne knew exactly what needed to be done.
With the moon as her spotlight she set to work.
While the herd snored, she tiptoed around them until she was done.
She was so proud!
Sunrise spilled into the pasture. As the herd stretched the night’s rest out of their bodies, they opened their eyes to quite a surprise.
“What are you wearing? Seriously how could you be so daring!” said each cow to the other.
Daphne waited nervously outside of their circle. The herd quickly realized what she had done.
Adorned in various daisy chic designs, their cross faces couldn’t help to but to fade into smiles.
And on that day as the sun traveled through the sky and together…
The herd made daisy chains.
And went swimming and warmed themselves on the muddy banks.
The herd, and Daphne, ate cookies and loved how good their tummies felt.
As evening fell, Daphne was elated…and danced in the moonlight with the fireflies.
Written By Amy Zimmer