A day in the life of Daisy Mae... Stretch...

A day in the life of Daisy Mae... Stretch... Yawn... Sniff... "Ahhh, waking up to yet another beautiful day."

The rest of the herd of cows in Mr McGregor's Dairy Farm moved toward the milking shed so Daisy Mae followed. The piezoelectric tiles under her hoofs generated energy to power the

milking machines & her giant cow patties heated the farm.Farmer McGregor could forgive her for occasionally treading on a member of the herd & leaving tracks like well a giant cow.

Elsie the Cow was a longtime milking expert. Her minions were well trained to help Farmer McGregor. It was harvest time. At midnight, some visitors arrived with gifts.

White figures glided across the lawn and Elsie stared in amazement. "Give us your milk." They whispered distantly. "And we will give you something in return." Elsie considered this

deal. Milk for something. Well, she had always wanted...something. She handed over the milk, and in return recieved

a dirty pile of dishes. "Honey, would you mind taking care of these? Thanks." Before she could protest, he was leaving for work. The milk had spilled. She sobbed

and sobbed until she realized he had left behind his wallet. It had a thick wad of hundred dollar bills stuffed in it. "Well, well, well

it looks like my lucky day," she said as she stuffed the wad of bills into her bra, causing her left breast to appear twice as big as the right one. She darted down the alley with

some rolly polly Dwight Yoakam looking guy for a bit but walked out with Clint Black. Lisa Hartman flew in on the prop broom from her Tabitha days and ended this story like this.