I am doing my damndest not to think about 9/11, but this story is just so cute. Remember those Masai tribespeople who offered us cows after 9/11? Here’s an update (I am heartbroken, though, that I don’t get my cow!):
[Goes off to wipe her eyes with a cow]
Though I have a little trouble with the concept of honking my schnozz in a heifer, that’s definitely a big point in the “thought that counts” department.
Pretty cool story Eve. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Thanks for sharing that! I, however, prefer to wipe my eyes on a cat. I always have one of them around somewhere…
That’s a really great story. Thanks, Eve.
That is a great story. Eve might I suggest that, instead of keeping a whole cow around, you invest in a cowhide hanky? Perhaps even a hanky with a cowhide print? I know, I know, it wouldn’t be quite the same as your very own personal cow you could take to the park, weep into and all, but, just as with those wonderful and sincere Masai tribespeople, it would be a symbolic gesture. Besides your neighbors would appreciate it if they didn’t have to listen to all that clomping around and mooing all hours of the day and night. Cows have absolutely no sense of decorum or discretion.
Bovine intervention?
Like they don’t now?
It seems that the gift was actually a brainchild of a member of that tribe who became a medical student and was in New York on 9/11. Here’s a more in-depth article: http://www.mg.co.za/articlePage.aspx?articleid=283822&area=/insight/insight__africa/
Good thing it wasn’t cow toilet paper.