Post by GalwayGirl on Apr 4, 2011 1:57:20 GMT -5
This is just a short story I wrote after reading Paul's last blog. Enjoy!
And the Old Cow just goes Moo!
Paul and Emmet had boarded a plane, and were now headed to New Zealand.
They were promoting their Australian tour there and were excited about bringing Irish music to the Southern Hemisphere.
Neither of them had ever been down under before and they were both very excited to be going.
Paul was talking a mile a minute about all of the great things, the people, and countries down there.
He had never visited there himself, but many of his family and friends had.
Paul was telling Emmet all about the Maori.
“Did you know that a house where the Maori usually meet is called a ‘Wharenui’ or ‘big house’,” asked Paul.
Emmet listened with attention for a while, for he, as well as Paul, was eager to learn about them.
But as Paul carried on and on, Emmet found himself getting drowsy.
Finally, he couldn’t stay awake any longer and drifted off to sleep, he slept for the rest of the flight.
He was awakened by a none too gentle elbow in the ribs.
“Wake up sleeping beauty” said Paul with a twinkle in his eye. “You’re lucky that I didn’t wake you with a kiss.”
Emmet groaned, stretched, and then he and Paul stood up and got their carry on bags out of the overhead compartments and exited the plane.
Paul was practically bouncing up and down in excitement as they left the airport. “First thing tomorrow,” he said, “we’re off to see the Maori.”
They checked into a hotel, while Emmet went up to the room to take a bit of a nap, Paul went out to search for information. He soon had a people carrier rented.
Bright and early the next morning Paul, a very sleepy Emmet, and a few others were loaded on to the people carrier and headed out to visit the Maori.
“How long will it take us to get there?” asked Emmet rubbing his eyes. “Oh, only about three and a half hours,” replied Paul with a big grin on his face.
“I just hope it’s worth it” mumbled Emmet.
Once they arrived though, Paul and Emmet had great fun, and saw many fantastic sites.
They were quite sad they realized it was time for them to leave.
They said goodbye to the people they had met, and then all piled back into the people mover.
On the way back to their hotel, Paul couldn’t help noticing how similar the landscape was to Ireland. The fields so lush and green filled with sheep and cows.
As they passed by a tree lined field, Paul decided they needed to stretch their legs. They all got out and walked around for a bit.
After a good quarter of an hour Emmet thought they should be going, and he started to look around for Paul.
He saw him standing near the fence, staring intently at the cows on the other side.
Emmet walked over to him and asked “what are you doing?”
“I’m listening to the cows,” replied Paul, raising his eyebrows, and acting like it was the most obvious answer in the world.
“But why?” asked Emmet, a puzzled look on his face.
“Because, their moo has a different accent than Irish cows, and I was trying to figure out why,” replied Paul as he turned and walked back to the people mover.
Emmet shook his head, a big grin on his face, as he followed Paul back.
He couldn’t wait to tell the others that Paul was now an official expert at speaking cow!
MOOOOOOOOO!
The End
And the Old Cow just goes Moo!
Paul and Emmet had boarded a plane, and were now headed to New Zealand.
They were promoting their Australian tour there and were excited about bringing Irish music to the Southern Hemisphere.
Neither of them had ever been down under before and they were both very excited to be going.
Paul was talking a mile a minute about all of the great things, the people, and countries down there.
He had never visited there himself, but many of his family and friends had.
Paul was telling Emmet all about the Maori.
“Did you know that a house where the Maori usually meet is called a ‘Wharenui’ or ‘big house’,” asked Paul.
Emmet listened with attention for a while, for he, as well as Paul, was eager to learn about them.
But as Paul carried on and on, Emmet found himself getting drowsy.
Finally, he couldn’t stay awake any longer and drifted off to sleep, he slept for the rest of the flight.
He was awakened by a none too gentle elbow in the ribs.
“Wake up sleeping beauty” said Paul with a twinkle in his eye. “You’re lucky that I didn’t wake you with a kiss.”
Emmet groaned, stretched, and then he and Paul stood up and got their carry on bags out of the overhead compartments and exited the plane.
Paul was practically bouncing up and down in excitement as they left the airport. “First thing tomorrow,” he said, “we’re off to see the Maori.”
They checked into a hotel, while Emmet went up to the room to take a bit of a nap, Paul went out to search for information. He soon had a people carrier rented.
Bright and early the next morning Paul, a very sleepy Emmet, and a few others were loaded on to the people carrier and headed out to visit the Maori.
“How long will it take us to get there?” asked Emmet rubbing his eyes. “Oh, only about three and a half hours,” replied Paul with a big grin on his face.
“I just hope it’s worth it” mumbled Emmet.
Once they arrived though, Paul and Emmet had great fun, and saw many fantastic sites.
They were quite sad they realized it was time for them to leave.
They said goodbye to the people they had met, and then all piled back into the people mover.
On the way back to their hotel, Paul couldn’t help noticing how similar the landscape was to Ireland. The fields so lush and green filled with sheep and cows.
As they passed by a tree lined field, Paul decided they needed to stretch their legs. They all got out and walked around for a bit.
After a good quarter of an hour Emmet thought they should be going, and he started to look around for Paul.
He saw him standing near the fence, staring intently at the cows on the other side.
Emmet walked over to him and asked “what are you doing?”
“I’m listening to the cows,” replied Paul, raising his eyebrows, and acting like it was the most obvious answer in the world.
“But why?” asked Emmet, a puzzled look on his face.
“Because, their moo has a different accent than Irish cows, and I was trying to figure out why,” replied Paul as he turned and walked back to the people mover.
Emmet shook his head, a big grin on his face, as he followed Paul back.
He couldn’t wait to tell the others that Paul was now an official expert at speaking cow!
MOOOOOOOOO!
The End