“Hey Fawn, come on outside,” said Spot. “It’s a beautiful day today.”
“I’m not coming outside,” said Fawn, angrily.
“Oh, why don’t you stop being so childish,” said Spot. “Come on, Fawn. Willie wants to meet you, anyway. Now would be a good chance to say hello to him.”
“I don’t want to meet Willie,” said Fawn. “I just want to stay in my stall.”
“Oh Fawn,” said Spot. “You’re just jealous of Willie, aren’t you?”
“Jealous of a donkey,” said Fawn, angrily. “I don’t think so!”
“There’s nothing wrong with donkey’s, Fawn,” said Spot. “As a matter of fact, Willie is quite cute!”
“Oh is that so,” said Fawn. “So, now I suppose that you are going to dump me for him, are you?”
“You are being ridiculous,” said Spot.
“Maybe so,” said Fawn. “Just go play with your new friend and leave me alone!”
“Suit yourself,” said Spot as she turned to go in the direction of her new friend, Willie.
Fawn could hear laughter outside of the window that was directly above his stall. He looked out the window and saw Willie in the field.
“Oh yeah!” exclaimed Fawn. “Look at little Willie! He is getting all the attention, now! Spot doesn’t love me anymore. She loves Willie instead. It’s not fair!”
Amidst the growing laughter, Fawn stayed in his stall for the rest of that afternoon. A few hours later Spot came back into the barn.
“You should have seen what Willie did this afternoon!” exclaimed Spot. “He really is a comical character.”
“I didn’t have to see what he did,” said Fawn, angrily. “He made enough noise out there today for twenty of us!”
“Well, I don’t know why you won’t meet Willie,” said Spot. “He is a lot of fun! This afternoon, he found an empty cardboard box out in the field and he was throwing it around. He was actually playing with it!”
“A box!” exclaimed Fawn.
“Yes,” said Spot. “A cardboard box!”
“I don’t know why you’re so impressed about a silly old cardboard box,” said Fawn. “Anyone can play with a box. Even I can!”
“Oh Fawn,” said Spot. “I’ve never seen you play with a cardboard box before.”
“I haven’t actually played with one,” said Fawn. “However, I know that I could.”
The next afternoon, Spot was once again outside playing with Willie.
“That’s it,” said Fawn, looking out of the window. “I’ve had enough of this. Spot never wants to play with me anymore. All she ever talks about is precious Willie. I will show her that I can be just as cute as him, maybe even cuter.”
As Fawn went outside toward the field that Willie and Spot were in, he happened to see a big cardboard box, sitting in the nearby shed. He went into the shed and slipped the cardboard box over his head. The box was so big, that it completely covered him.
Stumbling around the field, Fawn made his way over to where Willie and Spot were.
“Hey, Willie,” said Spot, noticing the big box in the middle of the field. “There is a great big box for you to play with.”
Just as Willie went to lift the box up in his big teeth, the box moved.
“What is going on here?” asked Willie to himself.
“Great trick, Willie,” said Spot. “Do it again?”
Willie went over to the box and tried once more to pick it up. Again, the box moved. This kept up until Willie and the cardboard box were standing on the very top of a hill. Willie tried once more to grab the box. This time he managed to grab one corner of it. Just as he pulled on the box with his teeth Willie, the box and Fawn went rolling down the hill. With legs entwined and pieces of cardboard everywhere, Fawn and Willie burst out laughing.
“Fawn!” exclaimed Spot, rushing over to where the commotion took place. “Are you alright? What were you doing inside that box?”
“I was just playing around,” said Fawn, still laughing.
“”Oh, so you’re Fawn,” said Willie, after he had caught his breath. “It’s nice to meet you. Spot has told me a lot about you.”
“She has,” said Fawn.
“Yes,” said Willie. “She said that you are a very nice cow and that I would probably like you very much.”
“Really,” said Fawn. “She really said that about me.”
“Yes, she did,” said Willie.
“So you really do still like me?” Fawn asked Spot.
“Of course, I do,” said Spot. “Just because I am friends with Willie doesn’t mean that I’m not your friend.”
“Hey Fawn,” called Willie, noticing an old tire lying in the corner of the field. “See that tire over there. Race you to it!”