The Mustang left the road, sailed over the ditch and plowed into the fence. Staples sprung and the car was entangled in vicious barbed wire.
She clawed her way out of the blown air bag, face bleeding, ears ringing and stared into the liquid brown eyes of two Highland coos, peering back at her through the cracked windshield.
She stammered, “Hi. I don’t suppose you could help me?”
“Moooove,” they chorused.
Tearing the wire away with their horns, they freed her and placidly watched as she explained her coo rescue to paramedics.
The initial diagnosis: “Creative confusion; likely brain damage.”
She clawed her way out of the blown air bag, face bleeding, ears ringing and stared into the liquid brown eyes of two Highland coos, peering back at her through the cracked windshield.
She stammered, “Hi. I don’t suppose you could help me?”
“Moooove,” they chorused.
Tearing the wire away with their horns, they freed her and placidly watched as she explained her coo rescue to paramedics.
The initial diagnosis: “Creative confusion; likely brain damage.”
