Kristof herded cows for nothing more than a pinch of salt, a sniff of ale and a flask of milk first thing in the morning.
He herded cows because he loved them.
"Kristof!" his mother would bark in her disturbingly inaccurate German accent, "Ven, o, ven vill you gif oop zis ill-begotten dream of herdink cows and make your poor mother some real dollars und cents?!"
"Never, mother" replied Kristof.
And with that, he jumped onto the back of his favourite cow, Boobelle, and flew high into the air, over towns and rivers and lakes and kingdoms and never saw his pest of a mother ever again.
Boy, was her face red when she realised Kristof had been keeping it secret that he had a cow that could FLY.
The end.
