Frankencow's secret 14/365 5/15/08

Frankencow whispered to me, "Hey, come here. I got something I want to tell you."

 

Afraid of what this might mean, I cautiously approached. "Yes?" I asked.

 

"I want you to know, the accident wasn't Toonces' fault."

 

"Oh, really?"

 

Frankencow blushes a little. "Um yes, really." Her face becomes even more rosy. "We were trying to play like she was cow-tipping, only she couldn't quite get me to fall over."

 

Intrigued now, I asked, "So how did the car become involved?"

 

Frankencow looked down at her hooves. She mumbled, but I coudn't hear her.

 

"Speak up," I said.

 

"I told her to get the car to help tip me over," she mumbled again, but louder this time. "We just forgot that she really couldn't use the brakes."

 

What can I say? The cow is a frankencow, so it's not like she's got the best brain. But at least she had the decency to 'fess up, I guess.

Done