Holy Cow

48 HOW NOW, BROWN COW?

This is my religion-we’re all animals, perfect animals created in the infinite image and imagination of nature. It’s a life not without pain and competition and suffering, but it can be a life of dignity and mutual respect. I don’t know what awaits me when Tom brings us in for a smooth landing at JFK. A heroine’s welcome? The bestseller list? Hollywood? The slaughterhouse? It’s funny, because after all this, I have been thinking a lot about Mallory, and that maybe I would like to have a calf of my own. A few years out to pasture with a couple of kids seems like heaven to me right now. But I can’t. At least not yet. It was given to me to tell a story and it is my responsibility to tell it. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t.

I’ll be landing any minute now to spread the word. Look up in the sky. It’s a bird, it’s a plane. No, it’s three underdogs, it’s a cow and a pig and a turkey, and we’re coming for you. We have a message for you:

You, me, the animals in the wild, the animal at your feet, the animal on your plate, the person next to you-

We are all one

We are all holy cows

Moo

BY E. BOVARY AS COWMUNICATED TO

D. DUCHOVNY (COW-WRITER)

FEBRUARY 2015