This blog post was written by Microsoft CoPilot - an artificial intelligence (AI) powered tool. I gave the AI program the following prompt to create a blog post for me to go along with my photo:
"Write a short blog post about a cow stretching through a fence to eat grass in Shipshewana, Indiana."
This was the result:
“Curious Cow’s Fencing Adventure in Shipshewana, Indiana”
In the picturesque town of Shipshewana, Indiana, where rolling hills meet lush pastures, a curious cow named Daisy found herself in an amusing predicament. Daisy, a gentle Holstein with soulful eyes, had a penchant for adventure. One sunny afternoon, as the breeze rustled through the tall grass, she decided to explore beyond the confines of her pasture.
Daisy’s favorite spot was near the old wooden fence that separated her from the neighboring field. The grass there was greener, and the clover sweeter. But on this particular day, Daisy noticed something irresistible—a patch of tender grass just out of reach. Her curiosity piqued, she leaned forward, her long neck extending through the gaps in the fence.
With determination, Daisy stretched her neck further, her black-and-white hide pressing against the weathered wood. The fence creaked in protest, but Daisy was undeterred. She wiggled her ears, her eyes fixed on the tantalizing grass. Passersby stopped to watch, amused by the sight of a cow doing the “fence tango.”
Finally, Daisy’s efforts paid off. Her velvety lips grazed the emerald blades, and she savored the fresh, dew-kissed grass. It was a feast fit for a bovine queen. Daisy’s tail swished happily as she munched away, oblivious to the amused glances from the neighboring farm.
Meanwhile, Farmer Johnson scratched his head. He’d seen Daisy’s escapades before, but this was a new level of determination. “Daisy,” he called, shaking his head. “You’re not a giraffe! Stick to your side of the fence!” But Daisy paid him no mind, lost in her grassy reverie.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Daisy’s belly full, she stepped back from the fence. But there was a problem—the grass clippings she’d pulled through had piled up on her side. A mound of green lay there, slowly composting. Farmer Johnson frowned. “Cows don’t do composting,” he muttered. “That’s for the garden.”
And so, Daisy’s adventure ended with a full belly, a moldy mound, and a fence that bore the marks of her stretching antics. Shipshewana residents chuckled at the sight, knowing that Daisy’s curiosity would lead her on more escapades. As for Daisy, she’d always remember that day—the day she stretched, grazed, and danced with a fence in pursuit of the perfect blade of grass.
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That's not too bad for a computer-generated post. Boy, the kids today are going to have it easy when writing everything from grade school book reports to college term papers.
And we're probably in big trouble having computers do all the work for us.
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