Once upon a time, there lived a milkman.

The milkman’s cow was in a bad mood. It sat in the middle of the road and refused to move. The milkman begged the cow to get up. “The children are waiting for their milk to help them grow strong. Please get up,” he pleaded. He pulled and tugged and prayed. But the cow wasn’t going anywhere that day.

Along came a policeman, his buttons and buckles gleaming bright. “Humph,” he said, twirling his long moustache, “I’ll show you how to do it right.”

The policeman and the milkman pulled and tugged and prayed. But the cow wasn’t going anywhere that day. Along came a grocer with bags of potatoes and peas. He said, “I’ll move this cow with the greatest of ease.” The grocer, the policeman and the milkman pulled and tugged and prayed. But the cow wasn’t going anywhere that day. Along came a wrestler, his muscles gleaming in the sun. He said, “I have the strength of ten horses, so this should be fun.” The wrestler, the grocer, the policeman and the milkman pulled and tugged and prayed. The ice-cream man, the wrestler, the grocer, the policeman and the milkman pulled and tugged and prayed.