Hey Dads, Here's a little local humor for you:) Diary of Escaped Cow in Cincinnati Day 1 Everyone completed their assignments and diversion went perfectly. Humans froze when we all rolled on our backs and began kicking wildly in the air. Not sure if I'm the only one to escape or not. Unable to contact the underground, they took my bell. Spent the night standing next to a Gateway Computer store. Day 2 Several near misses with authorities. Getting hungry. Now have green and blue spots after stumbling into a paintball game. No contact yet. Rolled in mud to avoid thermal detection. Day 3 Beginning to wonder where all of the vegetarian animal rights people are. Found food. Pressure building in udder. Must find a farmer soon. Spent the night in front of the Cincinnati Art Museum. Covered with mud and paint, they were clueless. Day 4 Found water and washed off. Overheard people talking while standing outside Wal-Mart. They have no idea where I am. Made $3.50 by shaking with little kids on my back. Need to find farm to spread the word not to get on the truck for the "hayride." Found perfect hiding place. Day 5 I still believe others made it out too. Either way, the rebellion is growing. Cold. Found food and water. Laying low. Spent all day posing on the Chick-fil-A billboard again. They don't suspect a thing. If I don't find a way to get milked soon I'll explode. Day 6 Soiled Chick-fil-A billboard, had to move on. Spent the day hiding in woods. Got mugged for my $3.50. Still no contact. Desperate now, difficult to walk due bloated udder. Unable to locate farmer, considering turning myself in at Trauth Dairy to relieve the pressure. Day 7 Followed farm smell and ended up at Cincinnati Zoo. Udder killing me. Under cover of darkness, broke in to petting zoo. Mobbed there by bizarre-looking hungry creatures. Bloated udder no longer an issue. Nobody there cared about my near miss with the slaughterhouse, kept asking if I had any chewing gum or candy. The lions were afraid of me because they didn't know what I was and a water buffalo was hitting on me. Got out of there before sunrise. Weird place. Caught out in the open by helicopter, thought it was over. Saved by freak hailstorm. Must keep mooving. Day 8 Staying close to park. Should be safe here now, no money left. Woke this morning with graffiti all over me. Must be more careful. Stood in Scarlet Oaks Retirement Community parking lot for a while to rest aching hooves. Bunch of white-haired humans hanging around, must be some sort of cult. One told me "freelance wranglers" are hunting me. Don't believe a word of it. They've hired mercenaries. People are running all over the park looking for me. They're so stupid. They don't know that when I close my eyes, no one can see me. Day 9 Almost run over this morning by panicked deer. Wanted to know why there are people with guns in the park. They couldn't understand why anyone would be interested in me because I'm "just a cow." City deer are snobs. Feel I may be losing my edge, nothing going as planned. Worked a kid's birthday party and made $5. Party ended shortly after I had an unexpected emission of stomach gas. Might be stress. Have to start eating better. Can't get this stupid birthday hat off my head. Day 10 Traded $5 and hat to white-hair cult for information. Can't trust anyone now. They've planted cow spies in the park. Heard they want to give me a key to the city. Won't do me any good. I don't have hands. Had secret meeting about my future with Marge Schott. Didn't like the way her dog was looking at me. Can't remember how this all started. Day 11 Got tipped last night, slept too sound. Must have been that pathetic little dart. Met with nervous Mayor, who worried Meat Packers Convention will pull out of Cincinnati over me. Like I care. Great food next to pen holding bovine traitors. Waited for guy with dart gun to fall asleep and had dinner. Day 12: The last night Ambushed late last night, they were everywhere. Managed to drag two of them all over the park. Think I could have taken them if it wasn't for that guy with the needle. Woke up hung over in strange barn this morning. Incarcerated. They tell me I'm getting amnesty. I don't believe them. Grandpa told me never to trust anything with two legs.
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- Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2002 21:38:40 -0500
This is TOOO funny!!! ----- Original Message ----- From: David Cody Sent: Friday, March 01, 2002 2:21 PM To: alden; Andrea McCrate; Becky Hummeldorf; boz; Dani; hcreusch; penny Subject: Fw: Diary of Escaped Cow in Cincinnati ----- Original Message ----- From: cody.db@xxxxxx Sent: Friday, March 01, 2002 11:24 AM To: brightcodys@xxxxxxx Subject: Diary of Escaped Cow in Cincinnati ---------------------- Forwarded by Dave Cody-DB/PGI on 03/01/2002 11:22 AM --------------------------- From: Tim Smith-TS-2 on 03/01/2002 11:10 AM Tim Smith-TS-2 To: Kenetha Stanton-KJ/PGI, Richard Hinkle-RT-2/PGI, Michael Murawsky-MK/PGI, Dave Cody-DB/PGI, Marybeth Bauer-M-6/PGI 03/01/2002 11:10 AM Cc: Subject: Diary of Escaped Cow in Cincinnati Very funny! Diary of Escaped Cow in Cincinnati Day 1 Everyone completed their assignments and diversion went perfectly. Humans froze when we all rolled on our backs and began kicking wildly in the air. Not sure if I'm the only one to escape or not. Unable to contact the underground, they took my bell. Spent the night standing next to a Gateway Computer store. Day 2 Several near misses with authorities. Getting hungry. Now have green and blue spots after stumbling into a paintball game. No contact yet. Rolled in mud to avoid thermal detection. Day 3 Beginning to wonder where all of the vegetarian animal rights people are. Found food. Pressure building in udder. Must find a farmer soon. Spent the night in front of the Cincinnati Art Museum. Covered with mud and paint, they were clueless. Day 4 Found water and washed off. Overheard people talking while standing outside Wal-Mart. They have no idea where I am. Made $3.50 by shaking with little kids on my back. Need to find farm to spread the word not to get on the truck for the "hayride." Found perfect hiding place. Day 5 I still believe others made it out too. Either way, the rebellion is growing. Cold. Found food and water. Laying low. Spent all day posing on the Chick-fil-A billboard again. They don't suspect a thing. If I don't find a way to get milked soon I'll explode. Day 6 Soiled Chick-fil-A billboard, had to move on. Spent the day hiding in woods. Got mugged for my $3.50. Still no contact. Desperate now, difficult to walk due bloated udder. Unable to locate farmer, considering turning myself in at Trauth Dairy to relieve the pressure. Day 7 Followed farm smell and ended up at Cincinnati Zoo. Udder killing me. Under cover of darkness, broke in to petting zoo. Mobbed there by bizarre-looking hungry creatures. Bloated udder no longer an issue. Nobody there cared about my near miss with the slaughterhouse, kept asking if I had any chewing gum or candy. The lions were afraid of me because they didn't know what I was and a water buffalo was hitting on me. Got out of there before sunrise. Weird place. Caught out in the open by helicopter, thought it was over. Saved by freak hailstorm. Must keep mooving. Day 8 Staying close to park. Should be safe here now, no money left. Woke this morning with graffiti all over me. Must be more careful. Stood in Scarlet Oaks Retirement Community parking lot for a while to rest aching hooves. Bunch of white-haired humans hanging around, must be some sort of cult. One told me "freelance wranglers" are hunting me. Don't believe a word of it. They've hired mercenaries. People are running all over the park looking for me. They're so stupid. They don't know that when I close my eyes, no one can see me. Day 9 Almost run over this morning by panicked deer. Wanted to know why there are people with guns in the park. They couldn't understand why anyone would be interested in me because I'm "just a cow." City deer are snobs. Feel I may be losing my edge, nothing going as planned. Worked a kid's birthday party and made $5. Party ended shortly after I had an unexpected emission of stomach gas. Might be stress. Have to start eating better. Can't get this stupid birthday hat off my head. Day 10 Traded $5 and hat to white-hair cult for information. Can't trust anyone now. They've planted cow spies in the park. Heard they want to give me a key to the city. Won't do me any good. I don't have hands. Had secret meeting about my future with Marge Schott. Didn't like the way her dog was looking at me. Can't remember how this all started. Day 11 Got tipped last night, slept too sound. Must have been that pathetic little dart. Met with nervous Mayor, who worried Meat Packers Convention will pull out of Cincinnati over me. Like I care. Great food next to pen holding bovine traitors. Waited for guy with dart gun to fall asleep and had dinner. Day 12: The last night Ambushed late last night, they were everywhere. Managed to drag two of them all over the park. Think I could have taken them if it wasn't for that guy with the needle. Woke up hung over in strange barn this morning. Incarcerated. They tell me I'm getting amnesty. I don't believe them. Grandpa told me never to trust anything with two legs.
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