Ellen sat on her little stool, milking her cow she had spent most of her life taking care of, Bessie. Her mother told her to take care of the little calf. Make sure to feed it, brush it, maybe talk to it once in a while. So, as her mother told her, she talked to the cow about what was going on in her life. It wasn't much, but it still felt good to have somebody to talk to, even if she wouldn't talk back.
The town had her labeled as a bit weird, but she didn't care at all.