“You’re able to leave this island?” gasped Meria. “How?”
“The next storm,” remarked Lucy. “I’ll simply turn to smoke and drift away on the wind.”
“During the last storm,” pondered Meria, “I’d been smoking local plants, and I was sure I saw a cow in the sky. Tumbling around in the wind.”
“Well, that’s a high steaks vision,” chuckled Lucy.
Arr, first week of September and I have a cold! That’s it! I’m not leaving the house for six months. Come back Scottish summer, all is forgiven!
OK, there’s no way I could, in good conscience, post this story without also posting the old pun-filled story, Cows with guns, by Dana Lyons.
Join the fight for bovine freedom, people!