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Milkshake Maker

Mr. C. Cow and I had so much fun star-gazing the other night that we found ourselves taking a special night hike. I was thinking that we were going to go on a hike that involved trying to find owls flying around. Mr. C. Cow thought we were going to go say hi to some bats. Both of us were not expecting some sort of weird ball of energy meets glow-in-the-dark space plants.

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Alien Rave? Plant Light Show?

For some strange reason we never seem to end up in a normal forest. Ok. We do, in all honesty, end up in a lot of regular forests where we might play checkers with a rabbit. A forest were we might see a squirrel or even a coyote wandering around looking for a coffee-house. Every so often we seem to find a forest that has its own rules. Instead of discussing the history of the blues with a woodpecker we have ended up in one that glowed like some sort of funky nature light show.

Before I turned otter tail and left this strange forest Mr. C. Cow stopped me. He said some of the wisest words a cow can ever say when faced with some sort of neon forest creep show going on. “Don’t judge a forest by its foliage!”.

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Dooo Cheeee Dooo Cheee Dooo Cheee…..

When I stopped judging foliage I heard music pulsing through the trees. Ends up that it wasn’t some sort of alien takeover at all but a nighttime rave. There were bears wearing neon bracelets dancing to electric beats. Deer wearing flashing lights in their antlers. Mr. C. Cow wearing a glow-in-the-dark vest shaking his milkshake maker.

Wait…where did he get the vest? 

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Party’s over here!

I’m no gloomy Gus and am always up for a party. Even if it’s in the middle of the woods, in the middle of the night. I also discovered that they had martini’s with vibrant olive sticks. That was a HUGE selling point for me. I sipped my martini’s and watched Mr. C. Cow let loose with some fancy moves on the dance floor.

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The DJ was just a ball of light! How hip!

Around 3am (I don’t wear a watch so I’m just guessing) I told Mr. C. Cow, who was talking to a cat wearing a tiny party hat, that it was time to head back to the camper. He was sad to leave but grateful because his hoofs were starting to get tired from all of the boogie down action.

Mr. C. was right. Sometimes we need to look past how things really seem and find out what they really are. Sometimes an eccentric forest might just be the stage for a shindig. If you judge that book by its cover you might just miss out!

“Tipsy” Cerulean

Second Life Location: Fake Forest (M)

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Big Cheese of Kinkhead Creations. Writer/Designer/All Around Awesome. An "Artist".

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