Mr. C. Cow just finished writing his letter to Santa and I wanted to share it with all of you.
I cut off part of the letter when I took a photo because Mr. C. Cow was SO EXCITED that he kept bumping into me while I was taking a picture. The letter reads:
Dear Mr. Claus,
I hope all is well! This year I would like:
*Two pairs of roller skates. (I have four hoofs)
*Two giant candy canes in it’s own special case. (So it doesn’t get dirty)
*Two milk cans.
I have been very good this year. Remember how I use to chew on the door mats? I stopped doing it. (Still trying to not lick door knobs.)
Mr. C. Cow
I am proud that he changed his mistake of using “going” into “doing”. It goes to show that the writing lessons I have been giving him are working. I am a little “Oh Mr. C!” over the crossing out of one item and asking for two. I guess he’s been extra good so he feels he needs a little extra. He’s not being greedy (I saw him give a goose half a sandwich last Monday. That was nice of him.) I think he just feels that the best things in life are in pairs. Two milk cans. Two peas in a pod. Two individuals traveling in a camper. He has stopped eating door mats but the whole licking doorknobs thing is just weird.
The tiny pictures he drew on his letter are kinda cute and awesome!
I’m off to mail his letter to the Claus. He asked me if I was going to write one to Santa as well. I might have to because I just want him to bring Mr. C. Cow happiness and two pairs of roller skates.
Mr. C. Cow doesn’t have too bad of handwriting for someone who has to write using a hoof.
Mr. C. Cow likes to collect antique milk cans. Do to the cans being so large and unable to fit into the camper properly we usually have to ship them back to our home base. I think that we probably have a few thousand milk cans just hanging out in a barn out back of our house somewhere. None the less Mr. C. Cow keeps collecting them anytime he sees one that tickles his fancy. It’s getting to the point that we’re either going to have to buy a second barn or he’s going to have to start giving people milk cans for the holidays.
Today was, in all honesty, the perfect day for Mr. C. Cow to go antique milk can hunting. We had found the perfect seaside town brimming with antique malls and I was itching to try out my new portable submarine I bought on dbay (or is it gbay? I can’t remember.).
This submarine had all of the bells and whistles. Radio that got a signal underwater, sweet paint job, seats that accommodated someone of my short stature. I’ve never actually driven a submarine before so I was careful to not run into the various sea creatures, boats, and shoreline I would quickly come up to.
I would like to apologize to that large sailboat I ran up on quickly while screaming “Stop Submarine!! STOP!!”. I wasn’t sure where the brakes were and thought they might just bow down to my commands. Sorry about that.
When it was time to leave I had figured out everything from doing donuts to quickly maneuvering around fish. Mr. C. Cow had come away with not one or two milk cans but at least twenty-seven. I tried fitting them all in the camper. Some sat in the shower. Others were stuffed under the bed. I even tried to put one in the glove box but it wouldn’t fit. I’m afraid to take all of these milk cans to the post office for shipping because it will probably cost me more then they are worth just to send them back home. I’m not upset with him buying milk cans (I did just buy a submarine off of an auction website). I’ll pay the shipping costs to keep him happy. After that I’m finding him a help group for milk can collection addiction issues. Or at least talk him into sending a few to friends.
Second Life Location: Half Hitch Harbor (Part Of The Blake Sea) (M)