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There are two stories to this famous legend, of the two I know not which is
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true. So lean back, fall off your chair, and break your neck while hitting your
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head on the floor. And read.
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One day, when I was living on a farm, with my parents and many of the farm
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animals, I was once called upon to go out and sell our cows in town for money.
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A weird-looking man came up to me, offering beans that were said to be MAGICAL!
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"No way!" I said. "I'm not that stupid!" I continued my way to town.
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I succeeded in selling two of the three cows, but that was OK, I thought,
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because we would still need one for milk and other things. While I was buying
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things in town, I let the cow graze in the wide open fields bordering the
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stores, which, unknown to me, was near a nuclear plant, emanating radiation
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into the fields.
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Soon it was time to come home, which I did, and as I led the cow back, I
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noticed something unusual about it, but I couldn't tell exactly what it was.
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Funny, the sun set over an hour ago, but it still seems bright. Anyways, it's
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a beautiful red sunset.
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That night I slept soundly, and when the next morning came, and I went out to
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feed and milk the cow, there was an odd look in the cow's eyes! Suddenly, it
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came up to me and bit me, and in that next second it exploded!
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When I finally regained consciousness, I looked around me and saw a terrible
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sight. The farm, and everything on it, was devastated. Crops were still
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burning from the explosion, and the bodies of my parents sat smoking in the
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ashes. As I looked over the farm, the house, and the bodies, I wept. I was
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scared and I didn't know what to do. "Why them?" I thought. "Why not me?
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What spared my life? What did I do to deserve this?"
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Mad at myself and the world, I felt I had to strike out at something to
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relieve my anger. I hit a part of dead tree that was torn off in the
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explosion. The result? I struck oil. Puzzled by this and everything that
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happened that day, I started to run, and fast. After about 30 seconds and 3/4
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of a mile, I saw, in the distance, a cow explosion. Suddenly, as if in
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realization of what had happened to me, I thought, "I now posses strange
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powers, and whenever I use them, a cow explodes. I can use my powers to help
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people, and use them I will. For I am........
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The Cow Exploder!(R)
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...and no one is inferior to me."
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* * * * * * * * * *
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Another story, thought also to be true and to precede this story is as
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follows:
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One day, as I was driving home from work (home at that time was simply a
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small apartment with $500 a month rent) I noticed a small car on the freeway, a
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Volkswagen bug, to be exact, in pretty bad shape, with worn tires, dented
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fenders, and a dirty windshield. However, what struck me as unusual about it
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was it's license plate. It had a bright new California license plate with the
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setting sun on it, which read "THE COW". The reason this struck me as odd was
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that why would anyone who had a car as bad as that want to spend that much
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money on a license plate? Maybe they wanted to improve their car, but just
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gradually, and they started out with that, meaning to work their way up. Who
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knows? Anyways, as I was watching it, I saw one of it's tires run over a nail
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and blow out. While the driver pulled over to the side of the freeway,
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something suddenly happened to my car also, and I lost control. For some
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reason my car started steering to the side of the freeway, and screeching to a
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halt, right next to the other car.
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After I got out of the car to see what was wrong, and finding nothing, I
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noticed the woman at her car, trying to change the tire, and looking quite
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helpless. I went over to offer my help, but then, for some strange reason, I
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had a sudden urge to push her down on the ground and jump on her. Which I did.
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Suddenly, "THE COW" (her car) exploded!
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"You saved my life!" she said.
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"I didn't mean it," I started to say. "I mean, I never really meant to pull
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over in the first. You see, I seemed to have lost control of my car, and my
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car pulled over by itself."
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"Do you expect me to believe that?" she said. "You saved my life, do you me
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to do anything for you?"
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"No, thank you. I told you it was just coincidence that brought made this
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happen in the first place. I don't want anything." "Yes you do," she said, and
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with that I noticed a slight change in her voice. It became louder, and more
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resounding. Like the guy in the SU 2000 Motor Oil from Shell commercials.
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"You wish to return to your childhood, to a time when you had no cares or
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responsibilities. You want a chance to start over again," she said. "You're
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right," I said. "But a lot of other people have that same wish. But why are
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you telling me this? You can't do anything about it, and neither can you. But
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why dwell on the past?" "Because it is your destiny, your fate to go back and
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start over again. You enjoy making people happy, and now is a time when many
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people need happiness, or at least a feeling that they are at least better than
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someone else in this world. They don't need any more people to look up to and
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idolize, that will only make them feel worse. No, what they need is someone to
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be able look down upon and laugh at, and you will be that person." "Thanks
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heaps," I said. "But no thanks. What's this all about anyways? Are you sure
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you're all right from what happened to your car and everything? Maybe you hit
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your head on the dashboard." "I am perfectly fine. But I'm not sure about you.
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When you wake up you may think this was all a dream, maybe it is. You may not
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remember this, you may not even care, but when you wake up, you will be..."
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"Wait, I don't think I belong here!" "I already told you, this is your fate!
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You were meant to drive off..." "No, I mean, I thought this was supposed to be
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a humorous story, not some- thing out of some wild lunatic's fantasies." "Like
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it or not, you're stuck. Sorry. But anyways, let me continue..." "No way, I
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want out, and NOW!" "You're getting paid $100 a word." "As you were saying..."
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"When you wake up, you will become a 14 year old boy. For you are..." I found
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myself repeating her words... "For I am..... The Cow Exploder!(R) ...and no
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one is inferior to me." (Sorry I repeated that line, but I like it. It has a
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strange ring to it.) Suddenly I woke up, as if from a dream, having the mind
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and body of a 14 year old boy, just as she said. At first I thought it was a
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dream, but then, under my pillow, I found $17,600 under my pillow.
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Hmmmmmmmmm......I wonder.....
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* * * * * * * * * *
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The last story is thought by some to precede the first one, but, in any case,
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the latter of the two stories is the one most often accepted as true. In some
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small, primitive countries, also, they believe this story to be some kind of
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religious literature, and base religions after it. Unfortunately, there have
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been found to be rumors, started by some real jerk.
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For those of you who are interested in knowing, I was not on and type of
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illegal drugs or anything when I thought of my handle, or, for that matter,
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this story. Cloves are legal.
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(R) indicates registered trade mark of CKE Enterprises.
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This story is Copywronged by CKE Enterprises. (C) 1984. First drafting.
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(Well Endicott, sorry this is probably not exactly what you wanted to know
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when you asked me for where I got my handle, but, WHAT THE HECK!)
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