Drew these in church today to help me stay awake.
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Proper Time Management.
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My wife and I have been talking about how the internet can suck your time away. . . *sigh* so true, so true.
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Saturday, May 7, 2011
Hyper Cow!!
Here is a story Wife and I wrote. We took turns writing a paragraph or two.
Enjoy. . . HYPER COW!!
The newest super hero in Advent City stood on top of the tallest building the metropolis had to offer. The view from the third story roof made it easy for Hyper Cow to survey his territory below. He had been assigned four city blocks of downtown to protect.
“Trouble, in Advent City? Call Advent City Police and they will route your call directly to the Hyper Cow phone,” the announcer on the SuperMart below shouted over the intercom.
Hyper Cow smiled with a touch of his cud showing. He felt so proud of his first day as a super hero. With no crimes on this fine Monday morning he didn’t have anything to do so he was sitting waiting for the call.
A movement caught his eye. A block and a half away, he saw a masked hoodlum pull a young woman into an ally way. Hyper Cow watched until he heard a muffled scream. It was a shame the mugging was happening in The Jamaican Juggler’s turf. Regardless, a message needed to be sent.
Hyper cow pulled out two triangular flags and used a rudimentary flag language to send out a message. The Jamaican Juggler wasn’t in, so he left a message with a different neighboring hero, Sinister Scowling Woman, who promised to relay the information to JJ when he gets back.
A polyphonic sound of mooing came from Hyper Cow’s Hip. The police were calling him. . . This was it, his first emergency!
He picked up the phone and heard, “Only 16 copies of How to Win the Herd, by Rufus Hidebehind are left. Act now and we will throw in a free copy of Herd Think as well.”
Hyper Cow hung up in severe disappointment. He had been told months ago when he bought How to Win the Herd that it was the last copy. These telemarketers were the real criminals.
The Cow Phone rang again. Hyper Cow reluctantly pushed the talk button and put the phone to his ear.
“Moo?”
“Hyper Cow! Thank the Milk Man it’s you.” Said a gruff voice from the other end of the line. “We had someone call in. A street punk is spray painting a car on Bridgestone Avenue!”
Hyper Cow looked down from his perch. “Bridgestone you say? I don’t see anything. What’s the cross street?”
Hyper Cow could hear the police captain rustle some papers on his desk. “It’s on the corner of Bridgestone and Clarksdale.”
“Ahh. I see. “ Hyper Cow’s ears sagged. “I only cover between Capital and Poplar. Clarksdale is in The Jamaican’s area.”
“Oh? Yeah. . . Yeah, I see that now. Sorry to bug you.” With that, the Captain hung up, and the Cow was left alone in quiet once again.
“Man, JJ has all the good calls.”
Enjoy. . . HYPER COW!!
The newest super hero in Advent City stood on top of the tallest building the metropolis had to offer. The view from the third story roof made it easy for Hyper Cow to survey his territory below. He had been assigned four city blocks of downtown to protect.
“Trouble, in Advent City? Call Advent City Police and they will route your call directly to the Hyper Cow phone,” the announcer on the SuperMart below shouted over the intercom.
Hyper Cow smiled with a touch of his cud showing. He felt so proud of his first day as a super hero. With no crimes on this fine Monday morning he didn’t have anything to do so he was sitting waiting for the call.
A movement caught his eye. A block and a half away, he saw a masked hoodlum pull a young woman into an ally way. Hyper Cow watched until he heard a muffled scream. It was a shame the mugging was happening in The Jamaican Juggler’s turf. Regardless, a message needed to be sent.
Hyper cow pulled out two triangular flags and used a rudimentary flag language to send out a message. The Jamaican Juggler wasn’t in, so he left a message with a different neighboring hero, Sinister Scowling Woman, who promised to relay the information to JJ when he gets back.
A polyphonic sound of mooing came from Hyper Cow’s Hip. The police were calling him. . . This was it, his first emergency!
He picked up the phone and heard, “Only 16 copies of How to Win the Herd, by Rufus Hidebehind are left. Act now and we will throw in a free copy of Herd Think as well.”
Hyper Cow hung up in severe disappointment. He had been told months ago when he bought How to Win the Herd that it was the last copy. These telemarketers were the real criminals.
The Cow Phone rang again. Hyper Cow reluctantly pushed the talk button and put the phone to his ear.
“Moo?”
“Hyper Cow! Thank the Milk Man it’s you.” Said a gruff voice from the other end of the line. “We had someone call in. A street punk is spray painting a car on Bridgestone Avenue!”
Hyper Cow looked down from his perch. “Bridgestone you say? I don’t see anything. What’s the cross street?”
Hyper Cow could hear the police captain rustle some papers on his desk. “It’s on the corner of Bridgestone and Clarksdale.”
“Ahh. I see. “ Hyper Cow’s ears sagged. “I only cover between Capital and Poplar. Clarksdale is in The Jamaican’s area.”
“Oh? Yeah. . . Yeah, I see that now. Sorry to bug you.” With that, the Captain hung up, and the Cow was left alone in quiet once again.
“Man, JJ has all the good calls.”
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