In which I share a story for the season: another stable tale
I was lucky to know storyteller Chuck Larkin for several years before his death in 2003.
He maintained a toll-free number so that friends and family and just any old lonely person could call and talk to him for hours, and many a time I did just that. Chuck told me a lot of stories, each one crazier and funnier and more profound than the last.
He knew about me and my horses, so of course he told me this one, but I borrowed the text for it straight from his website. If you like this story, you might want to explore more of his tales. You will find them here.
Ms Horse, Ms Mule and Ms Cow a story from Chuck Larkin, bluegrass storyteller
Mary sure did have some problems living in that barn.
When baby Jesus was born, Joseph needed a crib, so he put some fresh hay in Ms Horseās feeding trough. Back in the old days a horseās feeding trough was called a manger. Nobody asked Ms Horse if they could use her manger for a crib. Then her manger was ļ¬lled with fresh hay and nobody said Ms Horse wasnāt supposed to eat that fresh hay in her manger. Fact was, just about every time Ms Horse noticed no one was looking, she would pull some hay out from under baby Jesus for a snack. Ms Horse loved to eat hay.
Well, before long, baby Jesus would be laying on the hard boards of the manger and wake up cranky and yowling, like any little baby. Mary would say, āNow Ms Horse, stop eating that hay! Youāre upsetting the baby.ā
Mary would then fetch some more hay for a mattress and baby Jesus would go back to sleep. As soon as everybody had their backs turned, Ms Horse would sneak over and snack on some more hay and the whole problem would start again. Baby Jesus would wake up wailing. Mary would lecture Ms Horse and Ms Horse would lower her head and look real remorseful, you know, real sad. As soon as no one was looking, Ms Horse crept over and nibbled on the hay until
baby Jesus was laying on those hard boards.
Well, it didnāt take long, Mary got a little bit nettled, you know, kind of mad like, just like the rest of us. Mary said, āMs Horse, from now on, you and all your kith and kin and all your childrenās children will never get enough to eat. You will have to eat all the time.ā
Have you ever seen a horse out in the ļ¬eld? They are eating all the time. If you ever own a horse you will understand. When you own a horse you are feeding them all the time.
Ms Mule also was naughty in the barn. First, Ms Horse was eating up the hay mattress and waking up baby Jesus. Next, every time baby Jesus fell asleep, Ms Mule would go āHee haw! Hee hawā!
Let me tell you, you have never heard a baby cry, until you hear one cry after a mule goes āHee haw, hee haw.ā Oh my, how Mary would speak to Ms Mule. I was told that almost every time the barn would get quiet, Ms Mule would start in, āHee haw, hee hawā! Sheād wake up baby Jesus from his nap and heād start in crying.
Ms Mule was so loud, even the grown ups would jump.
Mary got so aggravated, she said, āMs Mule you are not ļ¬t to be a parent! From now on, you and all your kith and kin will never become parentsā! Do you know, to this day, a mule has never had a baby.
Now Ms Cow, she was different. Ms Cow was something else. Yep, she sure was. Ms Cow was a big help to Mary in that barn. For example, Ms Cow would stand with her back next to the manger and wave her tail back and forth over baby Jesus, to keep the ļ¬ies off him. There were lots of ļ¬ies in that old barn. Ms Cow gave fresh milk, to both Mary and Joseph, and to some of the other visitors to the barn.
She and Jack, the Donkey, would take turns baby sitting whenever Mary and Joseph had to run an errand.
Later, when Mary was packing up to go down to Egypt, she said, āMs Cow you have been such a helpmate to me and baby Jesus, I want to thank you. From now on, you and all your kith and kin and your childrenās children, whenever you ļ¬nish eating your lunch on a warm summer day, you can go lay down in the shade of a tree and continue to enjoy your lunch with a chew of grass.ā
The next time you see cows out in a pasture after lunch laying in the shade, you will see them chewing away like they had a big wad of chewing gum. The farmers say the cows are chewing their cud. Yep thatās why horses always eat, mules donāt ever get to be parents, and cows get to chew their cud after dinner.
He maintained a toll-free number so that friends and family and just any old lonely person could call and talk to him for hours, and many a time I did just that. Chuck told me a lot of stories, each one crazier and funnier and more profound than the last.
He knew about me and my horses, so of course he told me this one, but I borrowed the text for it straight from his website. If you like this story, you might want to explore more of his tales. You will find them here.
Ms Horse, Ms Mule and Ms Cow a story from Chuck Larkin, bluegrass storyteller
Mary sure did have some problems living in that barn.
When baby Jesus was born, Joseph needed a crib, so he put some fresh hay in Ms Horseās feeding trough. Back in the old days a horseās feeding trough was called a manger. Nobody asked Ms Horse if they could use her manger for a crib. Then her manger was ļ¬lled with fresh hay and nobody said Ms Horse wasnāt supposed to eat that fresh hay in her manger. Fact was, just about every time Ms Horse noticed no one was looking, she would pull some hay out from under baby Jesus for a snack. Ms Horse loved to eat hay.
Well, before long, baby Jesus would be laying on the hard boards of the manger and wake up cranky and yowling, like any little baby. Mary would say, āNow Ms Horse, stop eating that hay! Youāre upsetting the baby.ā
Mary would then fetch some more hay for a mattress and baby Jesus would go back to sleep. As soon as everybody had their backs turned, Ms Horse would sneak over and snack on some more hay and the whole problem would start again. Baby Jesus would wake up wailing. Mary would lecture Ms Horse and Ms Horse would lower her head and look real remorseful, you know, real sad. As soon as no one was looking, Ms Horse crept over and nibbled on the hay until
baby Jesus was laying on those hard boards.
Well, it didnāt take long, Mary got a little bit nettled, you know, kind of mad like, just like the rest of us. Mary said, āMs Horse, from now on, you and all your kith and kin and all your childrenās children will never get enough to eat. You will have to eat all the time.ā
Have you ever seen a horse out in the ļ¬eld? They are eating all the time. If you ever own a horse you will understand. When you own a horse you are feeding them all the time.
Ms Mule also was naughty in the barn. First, Ms Horse was eating up the hay mattress and waking up baby Jesus. Next, every time baby Jesus fell asleep, Ms Mule would go āHee haw! Hee hawā!
Let me tell you, you have never heard a baby cry, until you hear one cry after a mule goes āHee haw, hee haw.ā Oh my, how Mary would speak to Ms Mule. I was told that almost every time the barn would get quiet, Ms Mule would start in, āHee haw, hee hawā! Sheād wake up baby Jesus from his nap and heād start in crying.
Ms Mule was so loud, even the grown ups would jump.
Mary got so aggravated, she said, āMs Mule you are not ļ¬t to be a parent! From now on, you and all your kith and kin will never become parentsā! Do you know, to this day, a mule has never had a baby.
Now Ms Cow, she was different. Ms Cow was something else. Yep, she sure was. Ms Cow was a big help to Mary in that barn. For example, Ms Cow would stand with her back next to the manger and wave her tail back and forth over baby Jesus, to keep the ļ¬ies off him. There were lots of ļ¬ies in that old barn. Ms Cow gave fresh milk, to both Mary and Joseph, and to some of the other visitors to the barn.
She and Jack, the Donkey, would take turns baby sitting whenever Mary and Joseph had to run an errand.
Later, when Mary was packing up to go down to Egypt, she said, āMs Cow you have been such a helpmate to me and baby Jesus, I want to thank you. From now on, you and all your kith and kin and your childrenās children, whenever you ļ¬nish eating your lunch on a warm summer day, you can go lay down in the shade of a tree and continue to enjoy your lunch with a chew of grass.ā
The next time you see cows out in a pasture after lunch laying in the shade, you will see them chewing away like they had a big wad of chewing gum. The farmers say the cows are chewing their cud. Yep thatās why horses always eat, mules donāt ever get to be parents, and cows get to chew their cud after dinner.
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