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The Cow and the Weasel

In a charming meadow's glow,

At the edge of a forest low,

A cow was grazing,

On fresh morning grass, praising.

She chewed and chewed with care,

Masticating with flair the food in her throat.

While Dame Cow savored her fare,

A frightened weasel came, unaware,

Fleeing the woods in haste,

Towards the meadow, she raced in haste.

Dame Cow heard the weasel's cries,

Pursued by jackals with hungry eyes.

Forgive my confusion, I must confess,

It was wolves, not jackals, I must address.

The small weasel hid behind the cow,

With the wolves closing in, she knew not how.

Dame Cow turned to face the pack,

With only a wooden fence to hold them back.

With a mighty "Moo!" she bellowed so loud,

Resounding in the meadow so loud,

That Other cattle gathered, drawn by the sound,

As the wolves retreated, their hunger unbound.

Miss Weasel then looked up, full of grace,

Thanking Dame Cow for saving her place:

"Thank you so much,

Dear friend, for this touch.

Without your timely aid,

I'd have been cruelly preyed."

Dame Cow chuckled at her new friend's plight,

And responded with warmth, shining bright:

"Do not mention it, Miss Weasel, my dear,

It was a pleasure to save you from fear.

What will you do now, without a home?

You may stay with me until you roam."

Miss Weasel accepted with joy so sweet,

Grateful for the cow's kind retreat.

That night, the cow left the field,

With a merry weasel on her back, their fate sealed.

Who would have guessed, in truth and mirth,

That the weasel and cow would find their worth?

Friends they remained, till the end of days,

In the meadow, their friendship ablaze.

Dear readers, though your friend may differ from you,

Embrace them with love, and a toast or two.

Celebrate your bond, cherish it true,

It's worth more than diamonds, shining through.

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