Once upon a time, high up in the quiet, green mountains, lived a boy named Lenny.
Lenny wasn’t like most kids.
When he was just five years old, someone at school called him a name. “You’re such a cow!” they shouted, laughing. Most people would’ve ignored it or told a teacher. But not Lenny.
That one sentence hurt him so deeply that he packed his little bag, left home, and ran all the way to the mountains.
And guess what he did?
He started living with real cows.
He mooed with them. He ate grass like them. He even tried walking on all fours….though that didn’t go so well. But to Lenny, it felt right. The cows were quiet, calm, and never called him names. Life was peaceful, and he was happy.
Until… he wasn’t.
One morning, Lenny woke up feeling awful. His tummy hurt, and his head was spinning, probably from munching way too much wild grass.
He realized he needed help. So for the first time in years, Lenny left the mountains and went into the city.
His first stop? The animal clinic.
“I’m not feeling well,” he told the vet, clutching his stomach.
The vet looked at him, confused. “Are you… okay?, You do know we are an animal clinic.”
“BUT, I am a cow,” Lenny replied proudly.
The vet blinked, then said firmly, “Sorry, we don’t treat cows who walk and talk.”
Lenny tried another clinic. And another. But everywhere he went, the answer was the same: “We don’t treat your kind here.”
Tired and dizzy, Lenny finally wandered into a large city hospital, the kind that treated all sorts of people.
When the doctors saw a boy who thought he was a cow, they didn’t quite know what to do. They didn’t just think he was sick from the grass alone; they thought he was also mentally unwell.
“He’s got Moo-Moo Madness!” one whispered.
“We need to keep him under observation,” another said.
They locked Lenny in a special room, one with soft pillows and squeaky floors.
Lenny felt confused. And trapped. “I just needed help with my stomach,” he said to himself. “Why is everyone treating me like I’m the weird one?”
As he stared out the tiny window, he began to wonder:
“Is it me, or… is the world going crazy?”
He didn’t have the answer yet. But he did know one thing for sure: He missed his mountain and his moo friends.
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