We don’t know if it is what it is.

I don’t know why my brain thinks these things.  But it does.  And when it gets this way…. I can’t help but to speculate.  To wonder. One of the things I am pondering is this. Unknown Contemporaneous Events. The thing

Bloooey.

One day Elsa woke up, rolled out of her straw, and realized she didn’t feel like being a Dairy Cow any more. She had had enough.  The early mornings.  The endless milkings.  The preponderance of Udder Jokes.   People driving by