A Short, Short, Attempt at Surrealistic Short Stories With a Moral

         "Blasphemy! Blasphemy!" cried the cow as the chick laid the highly anticipated egg (an odd act you see, for a poultress character of the male sex). Almost immediately the sky grew dark and an eerie calm fell upon the open air known as Thomasville, the town with a theory: ‘I’ before ‘E’ except after the twentieth of the month. As this new life began, breakfast was served, and soon after the innkeeper helped his wife to the attic. With reckless abandon she tore through the chest of memories that lay before her, like an old lady tearing through a chest of memories. She continued to rummage through the old parasols and rain clouds until she reached her goal ….. servitude. It was a place that her husband had visited many times before, but she had yet to invest in this time-share. With her newfound peace, she stood waiting as the new life opened the attic door. The new life cracked the whip and blurted: "Moo Moo Moo …. Moo Moo." She, without hesitation, obeyed and flew far away from Thomasville.

Moral: Always beware the bovine!

- Mike Evensen