Milk Me Not

Maybelle sat quietly on the kitchen table, watching, waiting, and listening. She stood perfectly still as the giants meandered around her. They shuffled the papers around and went about in a loud, boisterous manner. Maybelle found it repulsive. These giants did not understand the peaceful manner cows go about their lives. Maybelle watched as the smallest of the giants opened a large white door to reveal a glorious heaven of food inside. Maybelle wanted to jump down from the table and go straight for the green leaves contained in some kind of clear box. The giant pulled out a white container and poured the creamy liquid into a tall glass. Maybelle was horrified. This giant was pouring milk into that glass! Cow Milk! She knew what she had to do. She quietly waited till all the giants were gone and the lights were cut out. She carefully scaled the table leg and trotted over to the bottom of the humongous white door. She pulled and pulled but had no luck opening the door. Suddenly a human came clambering down the stairs and opened the door to retrieve a water bottle. Maybelle slipped inside before it shut the door. She climbed up the shelves careful not to knock over food till she found the milk. She was not letting these terrible giants savor the milk of such peaceful animals such as cows. She pushed it forward off the shelf and as it fell the door fell open with it. The milk landed on the kitchen floor with a giant splat. The container made quite the mess when it made contact with the floor. Maybelle's job was complete.