Do cows moo you? I mean...do they woo you? I mean...I think I first meant "do cows bug you?" and that's when things went amoo.
Yup, that's what the word in the title is. Gone amoo. Do you remember the Mad Cow thing from The Isle some twenty and more years ago?
Do you see cows anywhere near you now frequently? Cause I do.
They are everywhere...
Walking down the Great Trash Forested Fields I stumbled upon another one staring me from some retro metal pack for export cheese from the time we had lots of quality food to export. Or we thought we had it but we also had almost nothing in the stores.
Crazy cow times...
I am currently writing a post but I am also looking for a small plastic cow beneath the furniture in the room where the youngest family members played today...Yup, no other room than the one I use for writing right now.
Holy Cow! situation...
Wow, she just found another cow on a thing with a rubbery handle for your grip and teeth to practice on. With a flat from the front plastic cow head on top...
That's a cow too much when a lot of my thoughts rotate around a stupid-ish new song for children about a cow named Lo...nevermind. I have to escape!
But my grandma used to keep us from the street when we were small kids and the cowherd was bringing the cattle in from the pastures. She used an interesting word for the bull.
She called it Boogah! Bugga? Buga. The. Buga. Bugata. As if feminine but you got it it was about the aggressive one. The monster I never saw but heard about. It was mystical and magical to imagine...
Not like some Lo...nevermind.
We had domestic cheese back then and I can bet it was better than the one from that metal pack.
Although...ours was from sheep or goats.
I prefer goats.
Thank you for mooing with me!
Yours,
Moo-nol
