MicroHorror

David hated cows. His loathing was unfortunate since he was a cowboy. It was his job to ferry them from one place to another and he despised every moment of it. The way they regurgitated and chewed their cud every few minutes disgusted him. He couldn’t stand how they reeked. Most of all he hated how they looked at him with their blank stare. There wasn’t one thing about cows he liked.

David wished with all his heart he could work at a slaughterhouse instead. He would have enjoyed killing them. Sometimes when he was all alone with them he would kick them. He took his sweet time rescuing them when they needed help. More then one cow died on his watch because he “accidentally” looked the other way.

Today David had the unhappy task of keeping an eye on a cow due to give birth. She waddled around slowly, her sides heaving with every step. He wanted to take his knife and ram it into her soft underbelly, impaling both her and her calf. Instead he waited, silently stewing.

Suddenly she collapsed to the ground, screaming in pain. David slowly dismounted from his horse and sauntered over to her. She looked up at him, pleading for help with her eyes.

“Aw, shit,” David complained.

He reached inside her and felt the breeched calf. He managed to turn it around, cursing at the bellowing cow. When it was in the correct position he pulled with all his strength. The calf slid out and landed on him, covering him with blood and mucus. He looked down at his ruined clothes and began to fill with rage. Wild with anger he raised his fist and smashed it into the newborn’s nose, crumpling the soft tissue. The little calf squealed and struggled to move. David raised his boot and violently stomped on its head, killing it instantly.

“Why did you do that?” a nearby cowboy asked him.

“It was deformed,” he lied. “It would have died anyway.”

Quite pleased with himself, David washed up for the night and headed for his tent. He crawled inside, falling asleep almost immediately. Hours later something wet and sticky woke him. He blinked his eyes and saw a big cow nose above him. He was about to swap her when she bit off his nose. He screamed in pain and rolled to the side. As he attempted to stand the cow rose into the air and brought both feet down upon his skull, smashing his brains to pulp.

“Why did you do that, Bluebell?” a nearby cow asked her.

“It was deformed,” she said. “It would have died anyway.”

She walked away quite pleased with herself.