My cow pen stopped moo-ing today.
That's one of those sentences I never
thought I'd write; apparently, I can now cross that off my literary
bucket list. But it's true. Having seen first-hand my freakish
fascination with cows, my in-laws gave me a pen for Christmas a year
ago in the shape of a cow's head. The cool thing about it was that
if you pressed the head the pen would emit a “moo”, something
that gave me endless hours of joy and Loraine endless hours of
shaking her head at me and smiling, much like one does when a little
puppy keeps running its head into a wall for no reason.
But now, it's all over.
The pen still works. In fact, I used
it to write myself a note last night. But when I finished the note
and pushed down in the cow's head, as I'm wont to do, nothing
happened. The pen didn't moo, it didn't light up like it normally
does when it moos, and I was left there with a sad look on my face
like someone had just stolen my favorite piece of chocolate mid-bite.
At least I didn't cry. That's
something, right?
I have no idea what's wrong with the
pen. I have no idea if the battery's dead, if the switch isn't
connecting properly, or if there's some other reason it's currently
in its moo-less state. Of course, seeing as how it was made in China
and probably cost 3 cents to manufacture, maybe I should be glad
and/or surprised that it lasted as long as it did. After all, it
could have been sitting on a shelf unpurchased for five or ten years.
After all, I'm sure the market for a cow pen that moos probably
isn't that big.
It probably consists of me and a few
easily-amused second graders scattered across the country.
Don't worry; I'll still keep using the
pen. But if my eyes get a little misty and a little lump develops in
my throat...well, what can I say? I miss the moo.
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On that rather bovine note note, have
yourself a great St. Patrick's Day today, and keep the celebrating
going for the next few days, if you'd like. After all, it IS the
weekend!
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