'Holy cow!' I exclaimed on entering the vast, ethereal meadow, enshrouded in the most gossamer of clouds, their delicacy echoed in grass so fine it was like walking on green velvet that caressed both sole and soul. The music of a thousand celestial harps filled the air.
Two hundred bovine heads swung around in unison and said 'yes?'
'Smart alecks, eh?' I thought, and approached the closest one, a large, heroic-looking Jersey with angelic wings on its back. It looked fast asleep; or so I thought.
As I got into tipping position, it opened one eye and said, in a deep voice:
'Hail, hero. Truly, you have earned your place both in legend, and in this enchanted pasture.'
'Why is that?' I replied, hurriedly hiding my copy of 'Cow Tipping For Dummies' behind my back.
Silently, it handed me a large golden shovel, and smirked.
'Get to work, or we'll clutch your burning beard and yank it right off.'
2006-09-17 15:39:17
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answer #1
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answered by Bowzer 7
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