THE GREAT LIVESTOCK LEGACY

Great news! We have stumbled upon remnants of Mitch the Midget's journal. We believe you will be pleased to find many of Mitch's private thoughts and quests. Enjoy, midget marveller.

I was sleeping, dreaming of my admirable size and stature, when I hear a helpless mortal shouting, "MITCH, MITCH, O MARVELOUS MITCH!! WE ARE IN NEED OF YOUR HELP!!" I awoke to find that Eugene the Euphonious, my conducive neighbor, was trapped in the depths of the trechorous ditches of Iowa. He needed a midget's help immediately!
I sprang into action. There was no time to spare! Euphonious Eugene needed my help! I got dressed as quickly as I could, remembering that it was almost -1,000 degrees Farenhuit outside. In my heedless rush to help Eugene the Euphonious I impulsively grabbed my elevator shoes as to impress the dwarf ladies. There was no time for that now. There was disorder that had to be delt with.
Once outside my toasty home, I leaped (mind you this is a midget leaping, so I didn't leap very far) to Eugene the Euphonious who was on his knees, trembling in my presence. He pleaded for me to help him in his unnoble cause; He was stuck in the before-mentioned ditch outside the Midget Mansion, and there was to much weight on his truck for him to escape his fate. He needed innocent cattle taken off as to lift the weight of his doomed truck. I agreed to help.
We needed a plan of action, and fast. I, being of course the leader and therefore the plan-maker, came up with our brilliant plan. We would lead the exemplary beasts to the nearest gates, blocking every known path they would have to make getaway.
After securing the premesis, I and my followers started the migration of the bovine beasts. It was all going well and according to plan under my watchful eye, when a rare winged cow flew out from the truck. I had only read about this kind of thing happening in books. It was a beautiful sight, but I could not just admire this beautiful specimen, I had to capture it and make it grant me 2 1/2 wishes. This was a one in a three chance, so I had to take advantage of this. I flew to the animal using fairy dust. I had read about the dangerosity of this beast, so I used my special Kung Fu powers mixed with some Judo to take down the steer and capture it. I was very proud of myself. I, Mitch the Midget, had caught a flying cow! Now, what shall I use it's wishes it has been obliged to give me for?