Country noir. Life, death, mysterious disappearances, and cows. I like that.<\/p>\n
“I was a cow, so I’d seen the pigs come and go. You learned not to get too attached to them, or to the chickens. The chickens had a short attention span anyway, but it was hard to ignore the pigs.<\/p>\n
Then, one day, the farmer disappeared. The truck came by to pick up the milk, and the driver discovered the chores hadn’t been done. He called the cops.<\/p>\n
“Did you see anything?” they asked me. “Moo,” I said. I wish I could have told them more. The farmer was jake in my book.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Country noir. Life, death, mysterious disappearances, and cows. I like that. “I was a cow, so I’d seen the pigs come and go. You learned not to get too attached to them, or to the chickens. The chickens had a short attention span anyway, but it was hard to ignore the pigs. Then, one day, … <\/p>\n