The Amazing Cow

​The Amazing Cow

​"Moo!" hollered Clementine, as she peered down at a grocery store from the rooftop of a nearby building. Dressed in a cobalt jumpsuit and matching face mask, she also wore heavy boots and gloves for her protection. Her cape fluttered in the gentle breeze, and her horns glimmered in the light of the moon. Yes, her name was Clementine. But, in this outfit, she went by another moniker: The Amazing Cow.

​From her place up high, Clementine had a clear view of a crime in progress. It looked as if a group of bandits were loading crates of milk, butter, cheese, and ice cream into large vans with tinted windows. "I demand that you stop this instant!" shouted Clementine. "Put down the dairy or live to regret it, you crooks!"

At hearing the loud sound of Clementine's voice, the men stopped in their tracks, stared up at her, and giggled. Pretty soon, they were outright laughing. "Who's going to stop us?" said a burly man amidst the snickering. "You?"​

​Clementine's eyes narrowed as her breath became labored. The nostrils of her slippery snout flared as she lowered her horns and then kicked at the roof shingles with her rubbery hooves. "You better believe it!" she mumbled, just before gripping a length of her lasso and swinging down in an arc toward the baddies.

Two of the lawbreakers felt the raw force of Clementine's power instantly. Her boots made imprints in the backs of their heads. She then landed on the ground in perfect form and was surrounded by the remaining hooligans.​

​"What's your problem, you dumb cow?"

"Just walk away or we will be forced to turn you into a cow pie!" threatened the men.

In response, Clementine simply smiled. "It's time for your bath." In rapid motion, the bold cow brandished a carton of milk from her belt holster and pointed its straw at the eyes of one of the criminals - blinding him with a spray of milk. Next came a flurry of fisticuffs - then her horns. Clementine took a few hits here and there. Even so, the punches merely stunned her. Soon enough, all the ruffians were down for the count.​

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​"Now I can put you little ones back where you belong," said Clementine as she lifted a crate of melting ice cream off the ground and turned to walk inside the store's freezer. Yet, she didn't move when she saw who stood in the grocery's entryway.

"Going somewhere with my score of tasty milk?" asked Commander Furball - a nine-foot tall tabby cat with orange and white-striped fur. He sported a red bandana that covered his ears and wore sunglasses - even at night. The thief crossed his paws over his fuzzy chest.​

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​Clementine was so surprised at the sudden appearance of her arch-enemy that she found it difficult to speak. She merely stuttered and set down the box of partially frozen treats.

"Cat got your tongue?" probed Commander Furball. "Oh wait! I guess I don't have it - yet."

"Moo!" screamed Clementine in a fit of fury while removing two butter bombs from her utility belt. She threw them hard at the feline mastermind - coating him in so much butter that he became frozen in place.

"That's what I call a sticky situation!" Clementine said victoriously.​

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Multiple Choice

Commander Furball is 9 feet tall

• True

• False

Multiple Choice

What does one of the crooks threaten to do to Clementine?

• Eat her like a steak

• Rip off her horns

• Turn her into a cow pie

Multiple Choice

The word "burly" in paragraph 3 means...

• weak

• muscular

• thin

Fill in the Blanks

What type of animal is Clementine?

Fill in the Blanks

The crooks were stealing

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