Or should I say Mary.
I was completely correct in my assumption that Mary (aka Ploppy), was a 4-H project and some little girl was home crying over her lost cow. Except in this case the poor little girl was away at church camp so she didn't know Mary was missing yet. IF she had been home she would have been crying over her poor lost cow. We did get to meet another neighbor though, and one who will have milk in September! What's better than a milk cow? A neighbor who has a milk cow and is extremely grateful for you keeping his daughters prize winning milk cow safe! Yippee!! I can taste the cheese already!
On another note, I'm not sure I will ever get used to small town people (not trying to be condescending)thinking that I know everyone that they know. It's always extremely awkward when someone you just met refers to a third party as if they were both of your closest friends yet you really have no idea who they are talking about. In a way it's quite endearing and I'm sure in a few years I may actually know who all the players are and be in the same game. I also don't like it when people refer to THEIR mother as mom in a sentence. It really bugs me. They should say MY MOM, not just mom. But now I'm just rambling.