понедельник, 22 октября 2007 г.

If the stomach returns ...


Just recently, the feed trough in the spacecraft, already munched the cow. No, today they are more likely slipped. Outside slammed scorching heat on the roof. Not unusual, we are in the northern province of the Sultanate of Oman, in Al-Sahm. The young woman, her meal credited had stood still in the cowshed and fumbled hectic all their pockets. They hurried to her mother, who she had helped during feeding. But the idea had neither. Just had a call yet, but where was now their phone? From a brainwave fired swished it to another apparatus, chose their own number. And indeed, a quiet, bright sirrte ringing. But it sounded so dull, as if you look at the ears kept shut. When she followed the tone, it had to find that the noise from the belly of the cow came from. The animal had the phone the preferred feed, but at the piece of plaster, so it still worked. In which of the seven stomachs it was, it was difficult to see the cow had ruminated not. Rarely had the young woman so eagerly sought a cow pat.

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