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CINNAMON, another intelligent cow (with Veronika)--reasons to #govegan #amreading



Inspired by Veronika, the cow who lives in Austria, and has created a stir because someone has observed that she can use tools (precisely, she uses a long-handled brush to scratch her back), I am posting a brief excerpt from my novel CINNAMON, a dairy cow's (and her farmer's) path to freedom (published by Adelaide Books in New York and Lisbon).


I wrote CINNAMON after spending time with a few cows at a dairy farm (and seeing how intelligent they are) and then, with my partner, being able to rescue a few of them and sending them to live out their natural lives at a safe place called The Cow Sanctuary.


The YouTube video is below and below that is the text.





I sat down because I was lightheaded and tired from not eating. But

later I realized that I had sat down because my friend was lying down. I

was in solidarity with her. If she was sick and wasting away, then I would

continue my hunger fast also. She was my good friend and therefore a

part of me. She alone knew my heart, what I was thinking, what I had

been like when I was a calf, what I was going to do next. She knew my

mood. She knew when I wanted to play. She would come and prance

with me. She knew when the sadness came over me – when I was feeling

blue because I had never met my mother or because I knew I would be

sent away. In the past, my cow-friend had always known and had come

and stood with me, and we breathed in and out together. She never tried

to make me feel something other than what I was feeling.

She knew how it felt not to know your mother. She knew how it felt

to be afraid of being sent away in the future. Like any true friend, she

made me feel like more of myself. She made me feel good about myself,

not bad. She was truly a friend, and a true friend was hard to find.

I was still sitting in the pasture with my eyes closed.

“Cinnamon?”

I heard a gentle whisper of a voice in front of me.

“Cinnamon are you okay? Please be okay.”

My eyes flew open.

It was Sunflower. She was squatting in front of me. She had a red

bandanna tied around her golden hair. She wore a button-down rumpled

shirt that was the same exact bluish-purple color as a tasty periwinkle

flower. Her blue jeans came to the tops of her plain navy sneakers that

sunk a little into the mud of the pasture.


CINNAMON is also available through your local bookstore and library

(just ask them to order it if they don’t have it).


For more information on my novel THEY, a biblical tale of secret genders published by Adelaide Books click here.


To learn more about The Unicorn, The Mystery, click here:


For more information on my novel Loving Artemis, an endearing tale of revolution, love, and marriage, click here.


To order my book Tea Leaves, a memoir of mothers and daughters, click here.





For more information about Veronika, the cow, click here: Cow astonishes scientists with rare tool use

 
 
 

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