Phantom cow refuses to give up the beef!

Chapter Three

Well the sun was rising and it proved to be a beautiful day in the town of Hill Hollering Knob for the Phantom cow, but not for the Mayor who had ran and escaped the beating of his life the day before. The Mayor stood throwing darts at the latest poster of the Phantom cow while turning blue in the face as he hollered at the top of his lungs “I want that Phantom cow now not tomorrow, today and I mean now, get that cow in here, booked and jailed in time for our annual Bar B Q the Beef Festival!”

“But Mr. Mayor” said Sheriff Posskicker “that cow has resisted arrest, has committed assault on many police officers, Insurance fraud, damage to private and retail property, and we just can not hold that cow down”.

“Well then that just makes everything alright now doesn’t it!” retorted the Mayor.

“Well Mr. Mayor the Phantom cow asked us to meet her at 3:25 am out on old hwy 66 and said to bring some salt, perhaps that was Mac’s mistake, he did not bring salt you know!”

The Mayor uncontrollably hollered; “Are you lame, what has salt got to do with anything?”

“Don’t you worry Mr. Mayor we will get the beef” said Posskicker as he was leaving the Mayors office to get together a large number of deputies to form the largest posse ever formed in the town of Hill Hollering Knob, 25 men.

The Mayors phone rang! He picked it up and watched his monitor as the Phantom cow was talking to him and saying; “You lame brains have eaten up all my relatives! Aunt Ruth, Uncle Long Horn, my Brother Pepper, my Sister Belle, and all my children and then you sold me at auction! I will never ever give up my beef” the Phantom cow hung up the phone.

Moments latter the Mayor heard a loud noise coming from the hallway of the judicial building, something like Mo! Moo! Mooo! The Mayor read his cow code breaking monitor that said “Sorry no disrespect intended but I had to go!” The Mayor carefully opened the door and as he stared into the Phantom cow’s eyes he was able to notice the hallway had a trail of cow plops leading up to his door. The Mayor always had the ability to keep his cool while under pressure, he did just so as he said; “I am here to serve you! How would you like to be served?”
“ooooooooooooooooooooooo Moo! Moooo! Moooooooo!” said the Phantom cow. The Mayor turned to read his monitor; “prepares yourself, this one is for my brother Pepper!” The Phantom cow had risen onto her hind legs and slipped on a pair of boxing gloves while the Mayor was reading his monitor. When the Mayor turned back to give the Phantom cow a reply the Phantom cow blacked the Mayors eye and ran for the cover of old hwy 66.

By: Mr Mud Wallering Jr © to be continued