Cows and Comets

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: October 02, 2018

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Submitted: October 02, 2018



I am jumping and a comet hits a cow. Then another cow gets hit. I look around cautiously to make sure I’m not the target of another comet. By the way, I’m a cow.

Jeg the cow.

I trot over to my girlfriend Pachamamamamama in fear, only to find her mangled corpse lying in a ditch. I gasp.

Actually, I don’t know if I gasp. Can cows gasp?

Okay, I looked it up. Cows can gasp.

I gasp again (because I can) and lick my eye. A fly is buzzing on it and is SERIOUSLY annoying me. I accidentally eat the fly, which screams as it falls down my dry throat.

Ewwwwwwwwwww . . .


My sister Patricia explodes.

Another comet. *one lonely tear*

I scream.

. . .

Yeah, apparently I can scream too.

I gallop (I think I can gallop . . .) across the pasture, trying to find cover.

I just want to make one thing clear. I am not an ordinary cow. I’m a SUPER COW!!!!!! I bet you’ve realized how dumb cows are. But not me! I’m super smart!

I find a tree and climb it.

Yeah, climb it.

I told you I’m special.

I look around the branches of the tree and see a gallon of honey mustard. I lap it up eagerly.

Honey mustard is the best.

I lick my eye again (stupid fly).

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Sorry. I guess honey mustard makes me hyper.

:LSDK J;sDLKFJ a;SDJ KFl:SDKJ ;awldj f;ald

Sorry again.


I like soup.

And yaks.

My cousin Floopy is a yak. He’s nice.

And fuzzy.

I jump out of the tree and run over to the rest of my family (My parents Joe and Ree, my brother Harrison, and my two sisters Kikilaniki and T). They are mindlessly grazing.

Of course.


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