Bob knew the taste of thin warm blood, having had recurrent attacks of nosebleeds from early childhood, so he was not unduly alarmed, not on this observation at any rate. The thing that did cause him some measure of concern was that he was being admonished by a tawny owl, though on hindsight he should have been even more concerned at the owl being able to talk period. Somehow, as the blood drained out of his olfactory canals, this did not seem odd to him.
Then he had this sort of weightless sensation as he broke free from the tree and hurtled fifty seven feet to the ground. The jersey cow very kindly administered Bob the last rights and told him the story of the sparrow that landed in the cow pat, survived until the thaw, after which he escaped only to be readily eten by an opportunistic cat.
And that was curtains. Bob slipped away to pastures green, quite painlessly he remarked. But the Jersey didnt respond, just bowed his head quite dignified and the last thing Bob say was the Jersey carefully dab his eyes with a blue spotted hankkerchief.........
(Ed - where the f..k is this going?)
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