every time i see/hear/read about hail, i think of a story my parents always tell me:
when they were just married, they lived in a trailer on the edge of some farm property where there were livestock. one night there was a really bad hail storm (with hailstones as big as those pictured, sometimes bigger), and as they were listening to their car and metal trailer getting crunched, they heard one poor cow outside getting hit with hailstones. all they could hear was "MOO! MOO! MOO! MOO!"
i imagine a cartoon cow with bug eyes straightening his tail and mooing all high-pitched with every hailstone. it kills me.
hope the car's okay though. that stuff's rough. i'm glad colorado isn't wet enough to have those storms so early in the year.
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when they were just married, they lived in a trailer on the edge of some farm property where there were livestock. one night there was a really bad hail storm (with hailstones as big as those pictured, sometimes bigger), and as they were listening to their car and metal trailer getting crunched, they heard one poor cow outside getting hit with hailstones. all they could hear was "MOO! MOO! MOO! MOO!"
i imagine a cartoon cow with bug eyes straightening his tail and mooing all high-pitched with every hailstone. it kills me.
hope the car's okay though. that stuff's rough. i'm glad colorado isn't wet enough to have those storms so early in the year.
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