This story is dedicated to MissHammy13 for having the most enthusiasm for this story.
The next day had approached and Chelsea was back in her own home. It seemed as though everything would return to its peaceful place just as she had intended, but little did she know how wrong she was.
It was six a.m. on the dot when Chelsea awoke. She didn't ever need an alarm clock to know; it was her internal clock that would awaken her. After Chelsea was dressed she stood in front of her mirror and confidently stated with a smile plastered on her face, "I am a happy person with everything I could ever want with no doubt today will be a day as similar as the rest." After her declaration she turned around and let out a huge sigh. "Now on with the rest of my day,"
At 6:06 she was inside her greenhouse watering her plants. It took some seasons but she finally earned the money to have Gannon build it. She was too stubborn to raise crops outside because of the fickle weather so she relied solely on her animals' products for money. This greenhouse made her life so much easier, no worries of a sudden change in the weather, no need to fear wild animals ruining them, no need to think about what could change this way. "Now, on to the animals,"
Inside the barn Chelsea did not hesitate to walk the fodder to the feeder for fear of possibly dropping it. After doing that she called out to her cow, "Cow, Cow, milking time!"
"Moo," the cow responded.
"There you are cow," she ran over to the cow with a milker in hand.
She had her usual conversation with Cow as she milked her. "Good girl, I've trained you well, haven't I? You never hesitate to obey me. I never have to worry about that."
"Moo," the cow responded knowing exactly what she was saying.
"Hey!" A voice outside the barn shouted. "I brought the cow you requested. If you want it come out and get it."
"Ah, that must be Vaughn, right on time." She said out loud, but muttered under her breath, "He too, was trained well, wasn't he?"
"I don't have forever to wait for you. Hurry up, or I'll take it back and at least then it would be in trustworthy hands."
"Oh Vaughn," she laughed, "You and your jokes never cease to make me laugh. It's so nice having you on this island."
"You-, never mind, it's none of my business, just name your cow and let me leave."
"Would you be surprised if I named her Vaughnie?"
"Why-, Wh-whatever, name her whatever you want, it's your cow."
Chelsea let out a small chuckle. "Don't worry Vaughnie-poo, I won't do that. That would be just too out of character for me to do. I'll just call her Cow Two."
"I don't get crazy women like you. Why in goddess's name would you call her that?"
"If I were to give someone or something a name that does not derive from their origins I would be giving them an illusion of freedom outside of their existence. In other words it would be like me naming this cow something like Hope. If I were to name it such I would be brainwashing this innocent soul into believing it can be hope or can do something outside of the limitations of a cow because an ordinary cow cannot bring hope so why allow them to believe it? We, living beings, must understand and accept our place in this world."
"Still can't say I understand you, but in a strange way it seems like your intentions for the animals are good and I'll accept that. If you are really looking out for them and I'm not misunderstanding here then you've gained my respect and anytime you need help with them you've got permission to ask me."
"Oh, well that's nice, but…I don't think I need permission to talk to you since I already do that anyways."
Vaughn could just feel the knife going through his back. "Crazy woman, I offer my help and this is how you thank me. Shouldn't be surprised though, considering you." Vaughn stormed off the ranch in a fit of rage, but that wasn't very surprising that's how conversations with Chelsea usually ended for him.
Chelsea reached her hand inside the bag searching for something to tell her the time. It was 6:20. "Right on time again, great!"