The Cowherds Tale

Hello. My name is Francès. What's yours? This is our cow. Today is my day to milk her. I don't see why I get stuck doing all the chores, but I like it better then playing with the other children, they are mean. I prefer to sit around and read, instead of playing all thier violent games. I'm not a violent child. 

   My father is a soldier. If you look over the rail, you can see him watching out for the wash ladies. He's a good man. He brings me with him to work, so I get to see more of the country. I too help the local people. Like today, I am milking their cow. I like it here. It is a nice place, even if the children are mean.

One of them hit me. The others said I should have hit them back. I didn't. They called me names, and still I didn't. I guess I am a pansy. I wish I could be brave like my father. Alas, but I am nothing but a lowly cowherd.