The cow floated approximately six feet off the ground, chewing absently and apparently unconcerned as it progressed down Henson Street.
“Damn it, Bessie! Get your ass back to the barn,” Jed yelled, then spit a gooey mass of brown liquid into the gutter.
The cow rolled its huge eyes toward the farmer, gave a low mewling grunt, then continued floating toward the edge of town.
Three weeks later, Jed received a postcard of the world’s largest ball of twine that was signed, cryptically, with the word:
—Dr. Ugg (The Educated Caveman)
[“Dr. Ugg (The Educated Caveman)” is, of course, one of my many pseudonyms. I love making up fake names. This story was originally published 15 Oct. 2012 at The Very Very Very Short Stories blog, but before THAT it was one of six stories in the extremely limited print run micro-zine called LIGHTNING STRIKES produced by the Writing Center staff at WSU@Vancouver! —RFY]