The cow jumped over the moon. The cow jumped under the moon. The cow went around and around the moon. The cow, altering its course fractionally, spiralled in and landed upon the moon. The cow docked. The cow vented four hundred thousand litres of milk into the lunar refectory reservoir. The cow was made of a mixture of metal and plastic. The cow refuelled. The cow decoupled. The cow was piloted by an AI with an equivalent 30% more-than-bovine mental capacity. The cow jumped to orbit again.
Dawg, watching from Alpha's main observatory, sucked on a stimulant delivery package. The stimulant filled him with pleasurable thoughts.
You might enjoy my close reading of Hey, diddle, diddle – which, BTW, has been traced back to 1765 London.
ReplyDeleteI hear that Jeff Bezos has a herd of those cows at his Texas ranch. He's raising them for his new interplanetary delivery service.