The crow said, "Get rid of your copier!"

The crow said, "Get rid of your copier!" And flew off. Tammy finished her Tiger Tail. She looked around the office. Had anyone seen that crow? Heard it? Andy was

trying to unjam his stapler. Tammy tried to act casual. "So, um, have there been issues with the copier? Like ones a crow might notice?" Andy didn't even look up. "Buzzards don't

work that way." He said simply, before getting up. "Now, are you gonna continue to talk about birds? Come on, let's get some lunch Tammy. It's been a rough day for both of us, and

I think those crows might of taken all of my pretzels." A few minutes later, we had made our way to the local chemist/deli, where he ordered us a couple rounds of irradiated

tomatoes. That's when I realized i was just crow bait. I turned to Julie, our cruise director, and begged to get out of the undercover sting. "If the cows figure it out, Stubing

will go out of practice." Was it a code? Was it literal? All I knew was an undercover sting with some cows should be the easiest thing in the world. This cruise was anything but.

a strategy to make all the inhabitants of this world to not eat a cow again. The cows had managed to make their statement loud and clear: "You won't eat us anymore, mother fuckers"

Elsie the Cow was more outspoken because she was the mascot on all Borden dairy products and ads. She told them she would not let herself get used because Borden used GMOs. Another

Elsie the Cow was truly outstanding in her field. Protests mooved the nation, the steaks were raised, and security was beefed up. It was like deja moo all over again.