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