All of a sudden, Fred's house was MY house, and I was in charge of the cow. I felt like a prisoner in my house, since you couldn't leave without someone causing a diversion, or the cow would charge at you. I had to go outside and stir a casserole of rice and tomato sauce (the cow's supper) and I had to watch a YouTube video on the proper handling of this cow. I remember being nervous because Clark was still at work and wouldn't be home until later. I kept asking them how he was supposed to get into the house.
My friend Chantal popped up into my living room and told me that she and her husband would be willing to provide the distraction, but that they needed new cell phones and I wouldn't be able to get a hold of them. I told her she could take my cell phone and return it when she came back, she agreed and then disappeared. This is rather odd, because they live in Edmonton. Maybe she had transporter capability.
After she had left, I watched my video on how to handle the cow. All I remember about it is on the side bar, it said "Follow these directions very carefully. Disregard direction #23."
Well, there you have it. Hopefully no brain cells died during the reading of this story! Have a great day!