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It started out as a normal afternoon at the library.
I was a regular at the local library because my area was prone to long lasting power outages. This was caused by storms usually and living way out in the country, where the service is slower than others.
On this particular day I had been given the special animal friendly computer in the corner of the library, while I was put on a waiting list for a regular one.
I was a little steamed about the wait, the way I kept muttering bad words under my breath. When I get like that, my face turns red and my eyes get big and scary.
So, I prudently kept my distance.
Soon I was caught up with typing my story with my hooves. I type so fast that my friends The Opal Twins nicknamed me "Hooves of Fire."
As my story unfolded, it was as if I was living it right then and there. Usually, I play computer games with the kids next to me, but this time all my concentration was focused.
This writing bull was all business.
I never even noticed the ten minute warning or even the fact that all the people, had left the building. Even when the lights went out, I was so focused on the light on my computer screen that I never realized it until my tummy started to growl.
It was time for my evening hay and cider.
Embarassed at the loud noise coming from my innerds, I looked around, only to discover, that I was alone. I knew that I must have forgot.
I wasn't really too scared about being alone in the dark and locked in, but I was hungry and didn't know what to do about it. I mooed a little and emailed my friend Bess about my predicament, and sure enough Bess came up with a suggestion.
"Hooves, you should print out your story," she typed.
I tilted my head to one side, trying to understand what my friend Bovine Bessie (2) might mean.
"I don't want to read, I want to eat," I typed back and waited for her response.
While I was waiting, I decided to go ahead and do what she suggested - so I printed out my story. Bessie always is a step or two ahead of me and I trusted her to help.
I trotted over to the printer and picked up my story and brought it back to the computer. I couldn't help but notice that the paper tasted good in my mouth.
It was then that a light bulb went off in my head. Once again, my friend Bessie had saved the day with her quick thinking.
It was the best story I ever ate.
I was a regular at the local library because my area was prone to long lasting power outages. This was caused by storms usually and living way out in the country, where the service is slower than others.
On this particular day I had been given the special animal friendly computer in the corner of the library, while I was put on a waiting list for a regular one.
I was a little steamed about the wait, the way I kept muttering bad words under my breath. When I get like that, my face turns red and my eyes get big and scary.
So, I prudently kept my distance.
Soon I was caught up with typing my story with my hooves. I type so fast that my friends The Opal Twins nicknamed me "Hooves of Fire."
As my story unfolded, it was as if I was living it right then and there. Usually, I play computer games with the kids next to me, but this time all my concentration was focused.
This writing bull was all business.
I never even noticed the ten minute warning or even the fact that all the people, had left the building. Even when the lights went out, I was so focused on the light on my computer screen that I never realized it until my tummy started to growl.
It was time for my evening hay and cider.
Embarassed at the loud noise coming from my innerds, I looked around, only to discover, that I was alone. I knew that I must have forgot.
I wasn't really too scared about being alone in the dark and locked in, but I was hungry and didn't know what to do about it. I mooed a little and emailed my friend Bess about my predicament, and sure enough Bess came up with a suggestion.
"Hooves, you should print out your story," she typed.
I tilted my head to one side, trying to understand what my friend Bovine Bessie (2) might mean.
"I don't want to read, I want to eat," I typed back and waited for her response.
While I was waiting, I decided to go ahead and do what she suggested - so I printed out my story. Bessie always is a step or two ahead of me and I trusted her to help.
I trotted over to the printer and picked up my story and brought it back to the computer. I couldn't help but notice that the paper tasted good in my mouth.
It was then that a light bulb went off in my head. Once again, my friend Bessie had saved the day with her quick thinking.
It was the best story I ever ate.
it was the night when I was half human half cow.lol.
Brillient, i have no idear whats going on
I Know it's a living legend.
;P
;P
Better then Stephen King.
It started out as a normal afternoon at the library.
I was a regular at the local library because my area was prone to long lasting power outages. This was caused by storms usually and living way out in the country, where the service is slower than others.
On this particular day I had been given the special animal friendly computer in the corner of the library, while I was put on a waiting list for a regular one.
I was a little steamed about the wait, the way I kept muttering bad words under my breath. When I get like that, my face turns red and my eyes get big and scary.
So, I prudently kept my distance.
Soon I was caught up with typing my story with my hooves. I type so fast that my friends The Opal Twins nicknamed me "Hooves of Fire."
As my story unfolded, it was as if I was living it right then and there. Usually, I play computer games with the kids next to me, but this time all my concentration was focused.
This writing bull was all business.
I never even noticed the ten minute warning or even the fact that all the people, had left the building. Even when the lights went out, I was so focused on the light on my computer screen that I never realized it until my tummy started to growl.
It was time for my evening hay and cider.
Embarassed at the loud noise coming from my innerds, I looked around, only to discover, that I was alone. I knew that I must have forgot.
I wasn't really too scared about being alone in the dark and locked in, but I was hungry and didn't know what to do about it. I mooed a little and emailed my friend Bess about my predicament, and sure enough Bess came up with a suggestion.
"Hooves, you should print out your story," she typed.
I tilted my head to one side, trying to understand what my friend Bovine Bessie (2) might mean.
"I don't want to read, I want to eat," I typed back and waited for her response.
While I was waiting, I decided to go ahead and do what she suggested - so I printed out my story. Bessie always is a step or two ahead of me and I trusted her to help.
I trotted over to the printer and picked up my story and brought it back to the computer. I couldn't help but notice that the paper tasted good in my mouth.
It was then that a light bulb went off in my head. Once again, my friend Bessie had saved the day with her quick thinking.
It was the best story I ever ate.
I was a regular at the local library because my area was prone to long lasting power outages. This was caused by storms usually and living way out in the country, where the service is slower than others.
On this particular day I had been given the special animal friendly computer in the corner of the library, while I was put on a waiting list for a regular one.
I was a little steamed about the wait, the way I kept muttering bad words under my breath. When I get like that, my face turns red and my eyes get big and scary.
So, I prudently kept my distance.
Soon I was caught up with typing my story with my hooves. I type so fast that my friends The Opal Twins nicknamed me "Hooves of Fire."
As my story unfolded, it was as if I was living it right then and there. Usually, I play computer games with the kids next to me, but this time all my concentration was focused.
This writing bull was all business.
I never even noticed the ten minute warning or even the fact that all the people, had left the building. Even when the lights went out, I was so focused on the light on my computer screen that I never realized it until my tummy started to growl.
It was time for my evening hay and cider.
Embarassed at the loud noise coming from my innerds, I looked around, only to discover, that I was alone. I knew that I must have forgot.
I wasn't really too scared about being alone in the dark and locked in, but I was hungry and didn't know what to do about it. I mooed a little and emailed my friend Bess about my predicament, and sure enough Bess came up with a suggestion.
"Hooves, you should print out your story," she typed.
I tilted my head to one side, trying to understand what my friend Bovine Bessie (2) might mean.
"I don't want to read, I want to eat," I typed back and waited for her response.
While I was waiting, I decided to go ahead and do what she suggested - so I printed out my story. Bessie always is a step or two ahead of me and I trusted her to help.
I trotted over to the printer and picked up my story and brought it back to the computer. I couldn't help but notice that the paper tasted good in my mouth.
It was then that a light bulb went off in my head. Once again, my friend Bessie had saved the day with her quick thinking.
It was the best story I ever ate.