A fortune-teller told Kao that he’ll have as many cows as the chirping crickets.  

The next day, the miser exchanged forty red cows for a sky-touching house. The beer-tummy man bribed the plumbers to fit milk-spraying pipes for the washbasins and his drizzling shower. In fact, a bottomless manhole was dug near the milk sewage. 

The toilet flushing system was connected to the milk-spurting nipples of black cows. The ballooned-tummy man sipped 100% milk juice instead of coffee. 

Kao’s private cook baked toffee-like sweets, and decorated the dining table with loaves of cheese. His servants styled the corridors of the cloud-touching house with green and yellow horns. Even the fluffy seats were dressed in sandy-coloured skins. 

An artist painted cows’ footmarks on the wardrobes and screwed a brownish-yellow bull onto the wall. Kao slept on a milk mattress next to a peeing waterfall. In addition, the dashboard of his limousine was clothed in a cow’s skin. 

His six x-large shirts were custom-tailored from goat’s hide, and his sandals were stitched from an ostrich’s skin. His wallet and suitcase were stitched from Buffalo’s hide. 

Kao’s moneyed lifestyle appeared in the local newspapers, and the radio programme rhymed his name. In addition, Kao’s walking stick was crafted from a twisty horn. The security alarm was triggered by a non-stop mooing cow, while visitors drank an in-house milk-flavoured beer. The farmer’s body lotion was a mixture of cow fat and dry leaves.  

Later, the housemaids chained a milk-vomiting pen to the leather guest book. The farmer loafed away the time by watching the cows grazing the evergreen lawn from his roof-mounted TV.  

His iPhone’s ringtone was updated to mooing sounds. The door-size mirrors were framed with cows’ horny shoes, while gold-plated heifers were screwed onto his boundary wall. 

A solar-powered calf licked the dust from the visitors’ shoes, before welcoming them into a horn-shaped sitting room. In front of the lift, a battery-powered cow sprayed fresh milk on the plastic flowers. 

The house had a milk-filled swimming pool and a 24-hour milk bar. The farm tycoon hardened cowpats, and glued them to the wall of his bedroom. Kao’s pale-yellowish perfume and the roll-on became campfire stories.  

In the end, the ceiling fans blew cold air through the cow’s wagging tail. 

Finally, Kao married a farm girl, as popped-eyed city girls formed a guard of jealousy bridesmaids.