"My cousin hit a cow in his Porsche. It was his dad's Porsche. Scooped it up. Flew it up in the air. He was shocked. Landed on one of those road signs, split it right down the middle. Cow spilled out over the highway. But the cow's a resilient animal. The cow needed medical attention. I'm not a man of guns, but my cousin was raised in a family of guns and the only medicine he had with him at the time was a .38 special.

I'm of the pen more than of the gun, but he had to shoot the cow. I could do some serious damage with a pen though. But probably couldn't kill a cow. Unless i had a long, long time. And I think the outcome would be somewhat uncertain. As to which of us would prevail in the battle.

Needless to say, my cousin was victorious. But not quickly. This is a bit of a morbid story, but the cow has a small brain. And so there were several passages, passed threw the cow before the brain was found. But eventually, it was found. And the cow moved on to greener pastures. Unfortunately, it not the case for my cousin. Although his father was pleased that he survived. He had yet another ordeal to go through. And I'm sure that my uncle was tempted to use the same technique on my cousin that he had used on the cow, maybe without the Porsche.

Sorry, it just popped into my mind."