I’m short. Not just “I can’t reach the paper towels!” grocery shopping short. My short is more of a “I walked into a tall patch of flowers and can’t see! Help!” short. If left to my own devices I could, possibly, wander around an area of tall grass for hours before I found my way out.
One example of wild flowers trying to take me out like some sort of evil (yet good-looking) otter eating plant was a hike Mr. C. Cow and I just went on. I, blindly, walked into the flowers and was instantly lost. Mr. C. had to pull me up with his teeth and stick me on his back. It’s slightly embarrassing when I have to ask for a ride but it beats being disoriented forever.
Speaking of being disoriented forever, Mr. C. Cow, when not graced with a map, likes to also get lost. One time he got lost on his way to the bathroom in a restaurant. He swears up and down that the hallways getting there were confusing. I think it wasn’t the hallways that confused him because the restaurant wasn’t that big. One time Mr. C. got lost on his way to the rest stop we own and had to stop to ask a unicorn for directions.
Bishop has some sort of eerie sense of direction and never gets lost. He could travel to some mystical nation ruled by pixies and would somehow know exactly how to get to the local gas station. I think he was born with some sort of strange GPS built right in. I wonder if Mr. C. Cow could have one implanted in him. A bionic cow that would no longer find himself adrift in a canoe trying to find a shoe store. (Long story…still don’t know how he ended up in a canoe.)
Next time we go shopping I’m buying Mr. C. Cow a colossal book of maps. I could probably use a pair of fabulous platform hiking boots. Bishop…um….Bishop just needs to tell us how he’s a walking direction finder.
“Tipsy” Cerulean
Photos taken in Second Life by…ME! Huzzah!
SL Location: Lost Unicorn (M)
