While on the bus from London to Cardiff, I was taken with the many drizzle-drenched fields and forests, the grazing sheep and frolicking lambs along the way. But something gave me pause and a rush of childish excitement.
I saw a purple cow.
Don’t try to tell me it was just a horse in a poncho–I KNOW WHAT I SAW!!!
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Ah, it’s a shame. I would’ve loved to meet you in London last week.
I owe you an update.
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huh?! To quote Double Rainbow Guy – “What does it mean?!”
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I believe you! I’ve seen purple cows and documented them on my blog before. Oh wait, I don’t think they were real ones though…
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