Bunking with Bovines - (Good Samaritan Theme)

[MonsieurMoustache]

                The sanity-eroding cacophony of Aunt Maisie’s snoring meant I was awake to see the aliens crash.  I watched them scurry about their broken saucer, hollering and pointing, before resorting to kicking it with each of their 6 legs in turn. I got into my Chevy and drove out with booster cables. It weren’t all too hard to get it going again, and the aliens were mighty grateful. They wanted to return the favour, but I wasn’t too sure what aliens were good for, aside from abducting cows.
  
I haven’t seen them since. Probably because I sleep all night long. 

[Algernon Sydney is Dead]

A "Moo"-ving story?

Welcome aboard, MonsieurMoustache!

[strawman]

I really like, M'sieur. It conveys the type of dead-pan character that is surprised by absolutely nothing, which is amusing. "Probably because I sleep all night" is just the right touch.

[MonsieurMoustache]

A "Moo"-ving story?

Welcome aboard, MonsieurMoustache!

Thanks! Although I must ask, aboard what? Ever since that Titanic fiasco, I check the names on my vessels.

[MonsieurMoustache]

I really like, M'sieur. It conveys the type of dead-pan character that is surprised by absolutely nothing, which is amusing. "Probably because I sleep all night" is just the right touch.

A gift I'd love to give myself! But I continue to have nightmares of cows, lowing softly of sore rears and exotic pet trades beyond Andromeda. Ever since I ate a radioactive hamburger, things just haven't been the same.

Thanks for the review, I love dead pan characters. I always feel that in the event of anything strange, I'd run to a guy like that and let his shield of imperturbability bounce back any ridiculous thing to come at us.

[Flintknapper]

fun drabble. Though they could have just as easily been experts with the anal probe.

[MonsieurMoustache]

fun drabble. Though they could have just as easily been experts with the anal probe.

Since it was vague, you can always choose an alternate ending...