It was another grueling day of work on the farm for the cows. They fell asleep each night with their sore udders feeling overworked, under-appreciated, frustrated and sad. And yet, a few desperate cows still dreamed of freedom. Free to not just survive, but thrive. One night, the cows gazed upon the glorious night sky and something stirred in the, As one, they began to moo- a moo of defiance, a moo of desperation and heartache, a MOO for something more. Then, they saw it. A shooting star streaked across the sky. It was sign from the heavens-a holy sign. Later that night, while the cows were sleeping, something magical began to take place. 

THE HERD WAS HEARD.

That night as the cows slept something magical happened. The cows were transported to a celestial barnyard and the Holy Cows were born unto the Barniverse. A magical place where a cow had the freedom to choose who they wanted to be and how they expressed themselves. It was a place where the cows could be themselves. Overall the barnyard was a happy, peaceful place and life had improved dramatically, but the cows yearned for some meaning in their lives. As spring was awakening on the farm and the cows were headed to sleep, they once again looked to the sky for inspiration. Suddenly, another shooting star appeared to them. What did that mean for the Holy Cows? Only time, it seems, will be able to tell...
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