Typhoon's Diary, April 21

Typhoon has asked for the podium ... again.

 

 

La Dorada Typhoon's Diary

  

We all know how I feel about being let "out" to pasture with the girls, right? Well, we also know this is not a frequent occasion.  Here in the bull pen, we are left to our memories and stories of beautiful dames with horns the size of … well, you get it.

 

This day was unlike any other, we were eating grass, enjoying the sunshine, day dreaming and relaxing when we smelled something sort of reminiscent of a heifer. We all puffed out our chests, straightened up our posture, and made sure there was not any grass or hay stuck in our teeth. I led the pack, casually strutting around the pen over to the fence by the road in hopes of finding a beautiful dame awaiting me.

 

By now, I am sure you know I have an affinity for blondes. And yes, I have a soft spot for the red-heads too. I was starting to imagine the beauty I was about to encounter when, all of a sudden, the strangest looking thing I had ever seen walked up the road!

 

First, she was quite different in shape. Plus, she wasn't blonde or red-headed or even spotted. She was strutting around something awful. I mean really!!!

 

I started to turn back, to warn the boys not to come to the fence, but I was too late. As I turned around, they were all standing there in a row, mouths gaping open in disbelief. I nudged them and brought them back to reality. We made a plan to not make any eye contact with her. We even acted as though we hadn't seen her. We all casually tried to get as far away from the road and her as we could, trying to hide ourselves behind some trees . After what seemed like ages, someone came and led her back where she belonged. Her head was hanging low, and we boys were giggling. We all got a chuckle out of this one; she was so unsightly! She didn't have any HORNS!!!!!

 

Later, Carl came out and asked what we had done to the neighbors' cow to make her so self- conscious. Well, we did act less than gentleman-like, but we didn't mean to hurt her hornless feelings. Carl said next time we saw her we should apologize. We agreed, but she has never been seen again.