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2 Old Cows had nothing to do.
So they argued because the sky was blue.
Then they made up and were friends again.
They started talking rubish as if they were insane.
Afterwards they played chess in the park.
All day they played untill it was dark.
At night they would argue 'till the next day.
Here's a little bit of what they would say:

"You always talk rubish, you old bat."
"What? I never do that!"
"Oh yes you do. You're insane.
You're not like me. I have a big brain."
"Too bad you use it foolishly.
You could learn a lot from me, really."
"Why don't you teach me, then?"
"I think I'll keep it for myself, OK Ben?"
"Who's Ben?"
"Well then."
"What are you saying?"
"Who's praying?"
"Come again?"
"I think you're insane."
"I'm leaving you.
I've lots to do.
Like..."
"I think you need a bike."

And so the gray cow left her old friend.
She travelled and travelled but never reached the end.
She arrived at a bench near a great big plain.
She sat and felt very lonely as it started to rain.
Nothing else was there and she wasn't having fun.
She was the only cow left, the only one.