"We must train more." Said the also mourning at the dead cows, though I was doubtful that he wanted the steak as I did.
"It's the will of the grass. We can sense it." Said the other three cows infinitely.
"We will start by training the least experienced of us."
The cows all turned toward me.
Thanks guys. I thought
"Indeed." Said Betsy. "He only knows two things that require the power of the cow."
"Oh," I said. "Can I learn how to not get hit by bullets?"
"Uh we have no idea how to do that. But we can teach you how to breath fire."
"OK, That works." I said
"First, you must eat some grass."
"Ew gross, No!"
"You will eat the grass. It is the will." The cows muttered.
The cows started breathing fire.
I didn't want to get burned, so I bent over, and ate some grass. It was surprisingly tasty. It tasted like cookies. I think it had something to do with the will of the grass, and the fact that I was becoming more, and more cow-like. I ate some more because it was so tasty.
"I knew you'd like it." Said Betsey. "Now think warm thoughts, and exhale."
I did as they said. Flames came shooting out of my mouth. The fire tasted exactly like the grass did.
"Now, where's the nearest cow?"
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