My Spring

Her name was Spring, but she visited me when my summer was in the light. Her fresh breeze danced like those in May and her warmth softly tickled the Daisies' eyes. Small birds started chirping enthusiastically when she carefully made her entrance. The leaves of my favorite tree greeted her gently with a soft shade of their green. She smiled and kissed me on my cheeks. Oh spring, you make the earth like a child which knows poems.

The Paintwash story of the Big, Pink, Flying Cow

Do you know that pink cows can fly? You would not believe, but I saw one yesterday out of my window. Swear to God and 52 angels! A bloody, pink biiiiiig flying cow!

I screamed to the cow: "what are you doing, cow?".
He replied: "moooooooeee"
I shouted angrily: "you are not supposed to fly, you are pink!"
He responded anxiously: "moooooooeee"

I was upset, he pretended not to understand me. As if I spoke in another language! I could not tolerate such a absurdity and spread my wings to also fly out of my blue window.

This cow was different than other cows. His wings were much bigger and his eyes were almost the same size as my elephant ears! And I can assure you those are big (and sexy ;)) !!

I asked again:

"what are you doing cow, where are you going?!"
He responded: "moeeeee moe moeee mooooeee!!!!"

"ahhhhh" I said and turned around. He could have told me earlier he was going for a paintwash!

This was the paintwash story of the Big, Pink, Flying Cow, and if you dont believe me read the Bible it is all written in there!