|OK, it's time for me to tell you the story of Cynthia and
the eight foot cow! Cynthia may break my beads for telling but I like to
live dangerously so here goes! One night after class Cynthia decided to
walk home with only a flashlight to light the way through a very dark night.....
yes, it was a dark and storm night. Sounds like the beginning of a gothic
novel, doesn't it? I digress. As you can imagine, a village with no sidewalks
does not have street lamps either so we are talking about some major dark!
About the time Cynthia came to our building she came face-to-face with an
eight foot cow.... her description, not mine. She screamed and the cow reached
it's head out to nuzzle her. Do you have any idea how fast a woman can run
when an eight foot cow nuzzles her? Darned fast!!! So fast that she passed
our building without seeing it and found herself down the street a good
distance. After finally realizing that our building had not been moved she
returned to tell us the story... with eyes about the size of dinner plates!
Was there really an eight foot cow, you ask? No, but there was a normal
sized, very friendly milk cow standing on a little rock fence!!! And will
Cynthia ever live this down? I think not!!!!|