DJ was a normal kid. He liked ultimate frisbee. Until that peculiar day. That was when the spots started showing up. At first, he thought they were rashes, but then the fur started growing. Covering him everywhere except for his belly. His voice got deeper. Soon he started to grow. Bigger and bigger, fatter and fatter. His stomach dropped down and shaped into an udder, and his face morphed into a pink snout. He had to walk around on all fours. He was sent to a farm.
He was brought to a meadow where he started to chew on grass. Then he came across a frisbee. Since he was a cow, he lost his ability to tell what was edible, and since he had a passion for frisbees, he bit into it. The plastic traveled down his stomachs, but he didn't feel so good. There was a sharp pain in his abdomen. The plastic of the frisbee was lodged in his third stomach. He rubbed it to make it feel better, right above his new udder. Fortunately, the frisbee was digested enough in his third stomach. DJ learned his lesson about not eating his favorite things as a cow.
