"Well, I told her I'd take him out of this house if she kept up her crap," Marcus told Aria. "I suppose if someone lives around Reginald and Suzanne that long some little quirk of theirs is bound to rub off. At any rate, they're talking, so it's a start."
The boys dragged home from work, a good deal later than usual, and they were whipped.
"You're late," Marcus told them.
"Yeah, well, we have cows, it seems," Victor said, taking off his boots at the door. Sam was doing the same thing. "Did you know we have cows?"
"Out in the far northeastern section? Yes. I knew that. How do you think we get all that milk and cheese and ice cream you two like to inhale like there are no cows in all of England?"
"Well, cows have babies. Did you know that?"
"Well, I didn't figure they come by immaculate conception," Marcus said.
"Well, did you know they could get stuck?"
"Probably so," Marcus said.
"One of the cows got loose," Sam said, "and it just happened to be a very pregnant one. So, we found her in the cabbage patch, mashing down some of the cabbages, and then she decides to have the baby in the cabbages and gets it stuck. And where was Jack? No ruddy clue. He probably got to go home hours and hours ago while Victor and I had this stuck cow."
"You could have summoned your dad, Nitwits," Marcus said.
"What does he know from cows?" Sam frowned.
"He's been running this estate since before you were born. I daresay he knows which end of the cow is the southbound end," Marcus said. "So where is the cow now?"
"We got her almost into the corral but she wouldn't go in, so i tied her there good and proper," Victor said."
"And we tied the cowling there too," Sam said.
"Cowling?" Marcus laughed. "What's a cowling?
"Cowling. You know. Baby cow."
"It's a calf, you city boys. There is no such thing as a cowling. Alright. You boys go shower. You're a mess of all kinds of bodily fluids and manure. You're both disgusting. Aria, can you order some pizzas for delivery and then see if you can raise Evan to see where the heck the girls are? They should have been home hours ago. I'd better go tell Angus we need to go rescue the cowling. For crying out loud. Cowling? Really?"
Marcus went outside and walked across the yard.
"I hate to break this up, Tex, but your boys are home, and we have to go rescue their 'cowling,'" Marcus told Angus.
"What the hell is a cowling?" Angus frowned.
"In this case, its a calf that the boys had to try to deliver by themselves in the cabbage patch and that they could figure out how to get from outside the corral to inside the corral."
"Oh for Pete's sake," Angus sighed. He looked at Ruby. "Clearly, Jack wasn't told about this before quitting time. It won't take me five minutes. Sorry. Cowling? Ruby, did you not teach them a baby cow is not a cowling?"