Author's Note: This is a story I wrote for a friend of mine, called Enola, and it's about her Enola and how she came to live on the Duke farm.
Warning : The warning is placed here for vinsmouse, who wanted a spew warning here, claiming it might be a bad idea to drink while reading the funnier parts. So please keep in mind that drinking any kind of beverage while reading this, might be hazzard'ous to the health of your screen.
Disclaimer: The Duke Boys are not mine, I don't own the Duke boys, nor the General Lee. I promise that once I'm through with them, there will be nothing broken that a trip to Cooter's garage can't fix…. Enola belongs to Enola, and is her private property, any violation will be dealt with by Luke…
How Do You Milk A Cow?
Luke grinned as he watched Enola run across the farmyard. The Duke's had decided to take in a girl from foster care, pretty much like Jesse had taken in the three cousins when they were younger and orphaned. He was sure glad that they had to. Everyone deserved to have a home. He was old enough to remember what it was like to lose his parents and wonder if he would ever have a real home again. He remembered the insecurity of not knowing what would happen. What if his aunt and uncle had decided not to take him in? He would have wound up in foster care himself most likely. So he had been all for taking the girl in, especially now that he had gotten to know her. He liked her, loved her. They were perfect for each others.
She was sweet, caring, and to him she couldn't have been more perfect.
He loved seeing her on the farm. A girl from a big city she looked at things a different way. It was amazing to see the pleasure and joy that a chicken could bring her. She loved the chickens. She would just sit and hold them, and Jesse had even give her a chicken of her own, one that they would make sure never wound up on the dinner table. One of the other farmers had a chicken farm, and when the baby chickens hatched Luke was planning to buy a dozen for her as a gift.
He wanted her to get to experience all the wonderful things with farm life.
He and Bo were teaching her to drive the old tractor, and how to snitch fruit from the various farms around the county. They had taken her skinny dipping and anything else they could think off.
She was taking to it well. He had seen city kids come visit his friends, relatives from the cement world, and a lot of them hated the country. They said it was filthy, complained about everything and Luke thought that they were crazy, plumb crazy.
Of course she worried about some things that was new to her, like rattle snakes, but everyone worried about rattlers. Luke hated them himself.
Now he laughed again as he saw the goat following her around the farm, she would give her all kinds of treats, and now the shaggy thing followed her around all the time. Then again, with all the time Enola had spent grooming her coat she wasn't all that shaggy anymore. It seemed as if the whole farm was shining up a bit with her presence, and when he mentioned that to his uncle he teased him and said it was because he was in love.
True, he was, and he liked it.
She had so many questions, and he loved to teach her. He could tell just from the look on her face that she had another question. So he threw away the grass straw he had been chewing on and prepared himself to come up with an answer.
"Luke, can I ask you a question?" she asked softly.
"Sure," he nodded smiling at her.
"How do you milk a cow?"
The End
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