It has four legs just like a cow
It's shiny any brown, like a cow that's been standing in the rain
Strangely silent this cow...
Maybe it's dead...
Poor cow! I alread feel I knew her so well. I still remember the love letters I wrote, one of which started, "I can't possibly imagine you a cow. You are instead a great overwhelming udder...If it has an udder I should be able to milk it...."
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Goes to fridge.
Takes out bottle of milk.
See. If it hadn't been a dead cow I bet I could have produced a bucket of fresh milk.
