Kow
Jump to navigation
Jump to search
I was walking down the road, you see, when I saw a cow. Yes, a kow.
A LEMON!
It was chewing some grass.
A title
I froze instantly, willing myself to stay still, to not make a sound. I feared the cow would see me, but it continued to chew on some grass. My heartbeat quickened, my hands went sweaty, and satay sauce noodles. That sentence had a slight deficit of verbs! Cool!
Then I remembered what my grandfather had said, fifty-five years ago last Tuesday.
“Fnurdlepop!”
It didn’t really make a difference to my situation, but I remembered it anyway.
The final chapter
There this lemon, see. Yes, a cow.
It was chewing some grass.
THE END.