Servants Quarters, front porch, the wee hours of Friday morning

[walter_n_wires]

Not sleeping was getting old. It was getting very old

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[liquornimal]

A golden calf brown cow sauntered slowly down the road, paused, and blinked at Walter while chewing its cud.

It had a chinchilla on its head.

[walter_n_wires]

Walter blinked back at the cow.

And chincilla?

Clearly he was overdue for some sleep.

[liquornimal]

The cow moo-ed sedately at Walter.

The chinchilla appeared to be asleep.

[walter_n_wires]

For whatever reason, in a phenomenon experienced by many people with no real explanation, Walter mooed back at the cow.

It wasn't as though he spoke Bovine, he just made the same sound back at it.