"Carlo, what are you doing?" Valeria sounded a bit panicky. People always used words like scrawny and wimpy to describe her husband, and it seemed like he spent his whole life trying to prove that he was at least as brave and macho as any other man, if not more so.
"Well, someone has to check this thing out!"
"No, not really! Get back here, you fool!" But Carlo ignored his wife and kept walking toward the boxcar. A horrified murmur arose when he went to touch the boxcar. Finally he turned around and addressed the crowd.
"Seriously, people! A boxcar appears one day, but everyone ignores it. Then a fire is lit, obviously to drag us here and get our attention. Well, we're here. Now what? Don't you see? There must be something inside the boxcar, something that we're meant to see." He turned around again, and examined the train segment. He'd never seen a train car up close before, so it took him a moment to grasp how to open the car.
As soon as Carlo had the box car open, he was accosted by both a smell and a sound. Rather strange looking animals were inside the car, along with a long wooden plank. A few of the braver men, seeing that he didn't die instantly, joined him. They aligned the plank and led the animals out of the car, holding their breaths. When they got the seventh (and final) animal out, they rejoined the other people and stood looking at the animals.
"Um, what are they, exactly?" wondered Marcos aloud.
"They're cows, silly," replied Yamileth, wishing she were back picking apples instead of standing here staring at odd animals.
"Those don't look like any cows I've ever seen," retorted Valeria, as if she'd ever seen a cow up close and personal.
"Actually, they look like those starving cows you see pictures of. Cows in India or some place like that," someone contributed.
Everyone stared a bit longer. Finally someone added "And what are we supposed to do with them? They certainly don't look like anything you can milk!"
Now people looked at each other, sizing up their neighbors as good candidates to take these animals home and relieve themselves of any responsibility in this matter. However, no one was jumping right up to volunteer. The seven cows just hung out, munching on the grass and staring at the people.