Today, Kirsten and Silvius went on a stroll in the park.
“Silvius, please walk slower.”
“You know that dolls walk slower then cows.”
“SILVIUS!!!! SLOW DOWN!”
“Silvius, why are you running away, not towards me”
“Silvius, get down from that tree, NOW!” shouted Kirsten, and Silvius did, but he fell.
As Silvius flew higher and higher, Kirsten got more and more worried. With a extra hard gust of wind, he was gone.
“Oh no! Where did he go? He must be gone forever. But he was the best cow you could ever wish for. He was nice and *ahem* petite, and………………………….Oh I miss you so, Silvius!”
Kirsten felt so horrible about losing her noble cow that she laid down and cried.
Kirsten was crying so hard that at first she didn’t notice the rough tongue licking her tears away.
“Silvius! Where were you? Are you hurt? How did you find me? Did you meet any lady cows?”
Overloaded with questions, all Silvius could udder was a halfhearted “moo.”
“Well, I guess we better finish our walk, Silvius.” and this time, he went at her pace.
P.S. Do you like the new theme?