The cow was lounging in the meadow. With a blinding flash, the little man appeared from nowhere.
‘Three wishes!’ the little man shouted rudely.
The cow looked at him quizzically, rhythmically chewing the cud .
‘Come on, I’ve got other creatures to help, you know!’
The cow cogitated. Endless money was no good to her. Endless grass would be good. Ending her days in this field – that would be good too!
‘People eat cows like me’ she said to the man. ‘They make burgers. May they turn to newspaper when they do’.
With a flourish and a bang it was done.