3rd cow tale (part I)

classes have made my situation such that i feel like there is a fort around me. the mother of all aerodynamic bovinity is now flightless. ho-hum, what drama.
what did you expect? i am bored.
i love joey (how YOU doin'?). he is so stupid and funny, utterly loveable. i can't believe its over.
i i had my level 2 swimming class this weekend... ooh what fun. learning the breaststroke now.
anyhow, enough rambling aimlessly, i felt like writing a funny story (oh, joey, me love, you have inspired me). presenting...... *drum rolls* (don't forget the seetiyaan)

THE DA COW CODE (how you doin' Dan Brown?)

it was a cool, calm night. the sky was studded with stars and the moon was shining pale, yet bright enough to show the deep grooves. a gentle wind blew through the trees. the crickets were chirping and the owl was hooting.

Cow was asleep, comfortable in her warm straw bed, dreaming her favourite dream of being soaked in a buttermilk bath, sipping on a grass-shake, when she was awakened by a sudden stir in the tranquility of the purple skies. she broke into cold sweats. her instinct told her something was wrong.

(... to be continued)