The Day A Cow Jumped Over The Moon
JE Kearns
language
(, Aug. 22, 2009)
This is a short story. Henry's mom is always telling him what to do. If you believe her, a cow will have to jump over the moon before Henry gets what he wants. ==== My name is Henry Adams and I’m 10 years old. The boys I hang out with call me O’Henry, after the candy bar. But they pronounce it OH! HEN reeee! I don’t like it, but there are a lot of things I don’t like. My Mom, Dad and I live in Brooklyn, New York, in a 4th floor walk-up. I don’t like that at all, especially because it’s my job to help Mom carry groceries up the stairs. Mom says I should be happy to do it because it will help me grow up to be really strong. I’d rather live in an apartment with an elevator. I don’t see any reason I have to be REALLY strong. I’m not planning to be a wrestler or anything. I want to be a scientist and I haven’t seen any scientists that look really, really strong. My Dad is in the National Guard and I don’t like it when he has to leave me and Mom to go for two weeks of training every summer. I was in the living room reading one of Dad’s old Star Trek comic books when I heard Mom and Dad arguing in the kitchen. Mom always says I shouldn’t eavesdrop because once you hear what’s said, you can’t unhear it and you’ll have to deal with it. I thought I heard Dad say he was going to be gone a long time and that didn’t sound right, so I started listening real hard and very quietly snuck into the dining room and sat on the floor in the corner where I could see into the kitchen but where they couldn’t see me. Mom was upset and Dad was hugging her and said everything would be all right but that he wanted her to take me and move to Minnesota to be near her Aunt Helen. Mom said she didn’t want to take me away from my school and friends and not only that but her Aunt Helen was always trying to tell her what to do and she didn’t like that one bit. I almost laughed out loud when I heard that. Mom is always telling me what to do. I never have a say in anything, but I guess that is because I’m still a kid. Dad told Mom that schools in Minnesota are better and there are a lot of parks. Besides that, he already found a house right next to Aunt Helen’s. Mom groaned at that, but said she guessed he was right. It would be better for me to have a house with a yard anyway. So that’s how I learned my Dad was being sent to Iraq and would be gone a long time. I was very sad about that because I love my Dad and we have good times together, but I was happy that my stair climbing days were over. When I told Iggie, Booger and Buttface, known to their parents as Ernie, Tommy and Harold, that I was moving to Minnesota they said I would have to milk cows every day and learn how to grow corn, that there aren’t any paved streets and everyone goes barefoot all the time. They said they would write but that I shouldn’t expect to hear from them often because the Pony Express only goes to Minnesota once every six weeks and only in the summer. In the winter it is so cold and there is so much snow that they can’t get any mail in there at all. I knew those guys were just kidding. Anyway, I hoped so. So begins Henry's story.