Cow

So we were driving down to Washington DC over spring break to visit our friend Scott, who was doing an internship down there. We saw a cow or five hundred on the way, but I didn't think much of those black and white beasts till now. Do you think a cow could survive in the wild, if humans went extinct tomorrow? It's a retorical question, and the answer is no! So, do I worry when I eat a cow burger or drink milk? No. Without my kind, there wouldn't be any cow anywhere.

Oksona begins eating soon after she falls asleep. She begins chewing. Every so often a swallow then more chews. We've just made love so I'm left wide awake. I like this time. She falls asleep right away leaving me some time finally after a long day where i can think. I like to be alone like this. The lightening strikes light up the room showing her lips pursed before she swallows again in the dark. More often than not i don't really think at this time. Just sort of be. Watch the night move on. Listen to the freeway outside the window. Watch for the shadows of cats as they go about their nocturnal missives. Partly out of humor, partly interest, I lean over to ask her what she's eating. Sometimes she answers. Sometimes I even understand her. Last night I was lucky, when I asked her she replied clear as day. »Pie.« That just tickles me. Sometimes I feel really left out and lonely. When we were first married I felt an obligation to make love to her every night and this vacant space afterward with her chewing away beside me. I’d debate myself till dawn came on the merits of satisfying her versus getting some sleep myself. Seems I can't ever seem to sleep after sex. Don't know why, just can't. And sex just isn't as important to me as it is to her. She talks about the spiritual union we achieve, the religious intensity of it when it's good. To me it's an itch to be scratched. An itch that takes a lot of energy to scratch. Leaves me exhausted most the time. But strangely, wide awake.

There was a farmer who had a brown cow and a white cow and he wanted to get them bred, so borrowed his
neighbor's bull and turned it loose in the pasture. He told his son to watch and come in and tell him when the bull
was finished.
»Yeah daddy, yeah daddy,« said the little boy.
After a while the boy came into the living where his father was talking with some friends. »Say, Pop,« said the boy.
»Yes,« replied his father. »The bull just fucked the brown cow.«
There was a sudden lull in the conversation. The father said »Excuse me« and took his son outside. »Son, you mustn't use language like that in front of company. You should say 'The bull surprised the brown cow'. Now go and watch and tell me when the bull surprises the white cow.«
The father went back inside the house. After a while the boy came in and said, »Hey, Daddy.«
»Yes, son. Did the bull surprise the white cow?«
»He sure did, Pop! He fucked the brown cow again!«

So, I've heard that cows are very curious animals. They sometimes get into trouble by climbing stairs. They also eat the rubber parts of tractors, and I've heard that they can lean their way through a barbed-wire fence.

UFO abductees have seen images of cows with no feet hooked up to large black tubes. Sound familiar in any way?

The cow is an animal that sythesizes grass and water into milk.