Fear and Loathing in muncie
Last night I had conversations with a miniature cow that wondered into my bedroom. I awoke to his irrational mooing that sounding more like a cat meowing
NO, it wasn’t Kashmir. He doesn’t meow, he barks. He’s very confused, and I think he is suffering from intense paranoia, the cat not the cow. Anyway, the cow was very polite and asked if he could trouble me for a glass of milk. I was surprised by the good manor of the cow, but I only had enough milk for 1 bowl of cereal in the morning. So I lied to the cow and offered him a glass of orange juice. I also thought it strange that a cow would ask for a glass of milk. The poor thing wasn’t much for pulp. So he ended up having a glass of water. After he was satisfied he fell asleep next to my bed. When I woke up the next morning he was gone.
NO, it wasn’t Kashmir. He doesn’t meow, he barks. He’s very confused, and I think he is suffering from intense paranoia, the cat not the cow. Anyway, the cow was very polite and asked if he could trouble me for a glass of milk. I was surprised by the good manor of the cow, but I only had enough milk for 1 bowl of cereal in the morning. So I lied to the cow and offered him a glass of orange juice. I also thought it strange that a cow would ask for a glass of milk. The poor thing wasn’t much for pulp. So he ended up having a glass of water. After he was satisfied he fell asleep next to my bed. When I woke up the next morning he was gone.