Once upon a time, there was a girl that had

Once upon a time, there was a girl that had a pink cow. The cow's name was Tinkerbell, and it was her best friend. The girl and Tinkerbell did everything together!

Because she was pink, everyone thought she made strawberry milk. It got on her nerves that people asked her this all of the time.

She wished for another color like blue. She loved the color of the ocean and dreamed of one day being one with the sea. Blue was also the color of the sky and she would be free

interesting history as a verb, as in "I wanted to be the sky for Halloween, so I blue myself." Blue is versatile. It's cheese; it's a musical genre; it's an animated detective dog

as well as an entire psuedo-Communist cartoon community. Ah yes, blue. Blue is also much more than a word. It's a feeling. And think of the many mythical beings who are blue, like

babe the blue ox or blue balls. I mean it's a myth right? They don't actually turn blue do they? It's actually more of plum color with whorls of cerise. I found this out on my 16th

time at the neighborhood brothel while staring up at our reflection on the ceiling mirror. Regardless, I felt blue. Whenever I felt blue, I'd visit Big Betty. She could usually

stir my blood alive again. Tickle me proper, that one could. But Big Betty wasn't there. In fact, none of the other gals had seen her in a week. I left the brothel and

returned to my life of Monday mornings. Big Betty was gone forever. I still had Nurse Betty, Betty White and Ned Beatty. A person should only have 3 Betty's anyway.