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Taylor Halva Monday, November 16, 2009 7/8 B   Buff and Lamb Chop The big ball of walking wool trudged through the mud and dung past gates or herded cows. Black, white and brown… to Lamb Chop, it looked like bellowing, walking cookies and cream ice cream. He noticed one very small cow, bouncing and enjoying himself. Even while the big metal factory was right behind him. “Hi, I’m Lamb Chop” he said. “What’s your name?” “Buff!!!” The little cow yelped. “No, I mean your NAME.” “BUFF.” He said again, sternly. “Oh, sorry” Lamb Chop said. “So, what makes you so happy today?” Buff opened up his mouth, flared his teeth and ate the unrecognizable stuff in the bucket. His jaw moved in circular motions that were confusing to Lamb Chop. “Well,” food flew out of Buff’s mouth as he spoke. “I’m here with all my friends, and we get unlimited food out here in the blue skies, fresh air. What could be better?” He explained. //Oh no…// Thought Lamb Chop, //He doesn’t know what’s happening next.// The ball of walking wool gazed around. Guards stood everywhere. “I’ll come see you later, I got to go,” Lamb Chop said, as he galloped off. //I’ve got to save this clueless cow,// he thought. //I’ve dug myself into a hole. The only way out is to help him.// Lamb Chop galloped away quickly, not knowing what to do. When the sun went down, and the moon came up, he lay on a fluffy patch of lush green grass and counted sheep. He dug through piles of information and notes that were lodged in his brain, gathering things he had heard from others about the factory. The next day, he walked once again passed the gates of depressed cows and found the happy, bouncing one again. “Buff, I’ve heard BAAHD things about that factory.” Lamb Chop said. “Like what?!” Buff blurted. “Like, for instance, they bribe you to come in by placing wheatgrass muffins on that ramp over there,” Lamb Chop pointed at the black ramp rolling into the factory. The cows jaw dropped, but then his tongue flew out and hung over the ground drooling. “HMMMM! Wheatgrass muffins!” “Anyway, to continue, when you get inside, scary clowns pop out of nowhere and cover you face with white, pink, red, yellow and blue powder and cream and you look like a doll,” The sheep continued, “and then, they shave off any wool, fluff or whatever you have on there and make you nude! Then, they tie strings onto your legs and dance you around like a puppet.” Lamb Chop gasped for air while Buff was nearly weeping. “Who are THEY?” The cow asked. “I don’t know. BAAAHD barnyard animals. I don’t know what happens next. But one thing is for sure; I gotta get you outta there.” A couple days later, with a bucket in hand, Lamb Chop walked nervously down the valley of brown smelly stuff once more. The cows were getting on the ramp which made Lamb Chop’s heart race. As seconds closed down, Lamb Chop signaled his pal goats to distract the guards as he made the one and only attempt to press the button to stop the ramp. Buff walked onto the ramp, but saw the inside of the factory. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened, but then they instantly closed because he was blinded by the light when the door opened. //No muffins?// He thought. Suspense, fear, and many other strong emotions bounced and jumped in everyone’s heart. Buff didn’t know whether he were losing his mind or he had good senses, but he got close enough to the door to smell his favorite food; Crab grass pie with a wheatgrass muffin. Lamb Chop looked at the big red button while shaking, launched the bucket and closed his eyes. //This is it,// He thought. Thankfully, the bucket hit the button and the ramp stopped. Some of the sheep’s pal goats broke open the gate and all the cows scurried out through the open fields as the farmers chased after them. Buff, however snuck around to the road with Lamb Chop and they walked off into the distance, just before Buff fainted. But luckily, he woke up nearly a minute later.