Program Files\Netscape\Communicator\Program\MOOOOOOO!!!! This I write because I wish to unburden my conscience. For years I have lived among normal humans, but I have always been diffrent. From early years I had sporadically been compulsed to utter low, loud, peculiar bellows which resemble that of a cow. My family had tried many diffrent cures for this, ranging from simple gags to plastic surgery, but never have they been able to silence me, short of knocking me unconsious. I was as much at loss as my family, until good luck chanced me to meet a wise man of great power practicing among the country fields that my strange behavior had exiled me to. I went up to him and told him of my sorry case. The old man looked at me for a long time, trying perhaps to see whether I was a liar, or truly a madman. Then he told me of my strange ailment. I was, a cow. I was in a human body, to be sure, but I had the mind of a cow. Somehow my spirit had been trapped in the body of the dying infant who had been my "mother"'s true child and I had survived. I was, the first bovine to ever inhabit a human body. As soon as he said this, I knew it to be the truth. The strange bellows were just my true voice. My appetite for grass was my normal appetite asserting itself. I thanked him and left. Ever since then I have yearned to tell another person, but I can only write this in my diary where none will see it. James the Cow
7, 22, 2010