Crazy Cow of the Appalachians

Based on a True Story

by Nancy Fussell Perryman with Illustrator: Hilda Gentry McKnight

Crazy Cow of the Appalachians
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Crazy Cow of the Appalachians

Based on a True Story

by Nancy Fussell Perryman with Illustrator: Hilda Gentry McKnight

Published Jan 31, 2015
306 Pages
Genre: JUVENILE FICTION / Social Issues / Special Needs



 

Book Details

Could a crazy orphaned cow work miracles?

Could a crazy orphaned cow work miracles? In this middle school family saga, that is exactly what farmer Al Breinrhyte’s wife, Joy, prays for when her husband threatens to rid the farm of all its livestock. Having heard the prayer, Orphie, a young heifer, leaps from the cattle wagon in a desperate attempt to remain with the only family she has ever known and in so doing restores purpose to Al’s life. Meanwhile, Lester Lassiter, the school and neighborhood bully, whose life circumstances and resulting antics parallel Orphie’s in many ways, is on a mission to vanquish the family. Feelings of abandonment and other emotional trauma prompt the uncontainable and misunderstood duo to wreak havoc within the Creepy Creek community. Will miracles eventually triumph in this heartwarming and humorous tale based on a true story?

 

Book Excerpt

"Wha'd you just call me?" Lester asked spinning around toward Taylor and getting so into Taylor's personal space that he could smell the strong wintergreen flavor of the tobacco wad in Lester's mouth. "Same thing you called me, but I noticed when we stood face to face you were taller, so you're Big Punk and I'm Little Punk," Taylor laughed trying to lighten the bully's attitude. Taylor saw it didn't seem to be working as he'd planned. "Nobody calls me names, especially a li'l mealy muck like yourself!" responded Lester holding up his fist like he was determined to fight. "Look dude, what's wrong really? If you let stuff stay inside troubling you, it well fester and then you'll become known as 'Festered Lester,' " Taylor joked. "I ain't tellin' nary a thang I don't wanna!" crowed Lester. "Suit yourself!" As Taylor gathered his bucket and stood up, Lester grabbed Taylor's favorite Atlanta Braves baseball cap off his head. "Dude! Don't be messin' around with my cap!" yelled Taylor feeling his face turning red and his muscles tightening. Taylor Breinrhyte had tried everything on his 'Ways to Handle a Bully' list and he could tell he was running out of patience. "Watcha gonna do `bout it?" Lester asked getting right up into Taylor's face. Taylor could actually see the brown tobacco juice oozing between Lester's teeth. Taylor squinted his eyes a bit and braced himself for the punch in the eye. Unexpectedly, a series of loud stressful moos penetrated the quiet summer morning. Then came the angry stomping of hooves. Out of the woods Crazy Cow ran down through MOOved on Cemetery and around Goose Pond, bellowing continuously. When she sprinted toward the fence line alongside Crawfish Pass where the boys stood, she suddenly stopped and fixed a hard look into the eyes of Lester Lassiter. Her eyes were squinted, her eyebrows angled toward the center of her face. She hung her head toward the ground, then snorted so hard the dirt puffed out around her. She stomped the ground hard, then raised her head up and down; then she went into her dance mode, flipping her head and legs around and around. Taylor looked over at Lester who had dropped his fist the minute Crazy Cow had started her ranting. Lester's eyes had followed every move Crazy Cow made. He looked completely dumbfounded. His face turned pale. "Dude, you need to be careful. That cow just doesn't like folks messin' with me. Really, she's not gonna stand for it," announced Taylor assertively. "Well, here's your freakin' Atlanta Fraidy-Cats cap back. I'm outta here, but I can tell ya now, I ain't fearing no crazy cow," bellowed Lester turning around to throw Taylor's cap at him. As he did, Lester stumbled over a log by the water. Taylor picked up the shovel and plunged it within two inches of Lester's foot. "What the mouse muck!? You just `bout chopped my foot off with that so and so shovel!" shouted Lester. "I sure thought about it!" laughed Taylor at his own remark as he pointed to the dead water moccasin he had just killed with the shovel. When Lester looked down at the ground and saw half a water moccasin on each side of the shovel with blood and guts spewing out, all the color left his face. He heaved twice and ran towards the woods holding his hand over his mouth. Crazy Cow left about the same time keeping a sharp eye on him. "Tough acting guys are just weenies in disguise," Taylor thought as he saw Lester completely stop at one point and 'lose his lunch'. He watched until Lester vanished from sight, but this wasn't to be the end of Taylor's troubles with Lester Lassiter.

 

About the Author

Nancy Fussell Perryman with Illustrator: Hilda Gentry McKnight

Nancy Fussell Perryman taught 5th and 6th grade language arts and social studies for the Winston Salem/Forsyth County Schools most of her 25 years as an educator. She received a Masters of Education in Curriculum Instruction as well as National Board Certification status. She also holds a Bachelor of Arts Degree in Interior Design. She and her husband, along with a cat named Felix, live in Lexington, N.C. where entertaining and gardening are mutual passions. Nancy is an active member of Alpha Delta Kappa, an international sorority for educators. Directing children's choirs remains one of her greatest joys.