You know what? Just forget about food for now. Time to go home. Tonight is delivery and you'll try again tomorrow. It's just too much of a big deal to try and ignore. These binoculars change people. With just a flick of the wrist right now, you'd change at least six people's lives. Including your own. Wow it really does sound like a gun. Ugh, you're literally watching people with binoculars in your hands. You're not a private investigator, and you're sure as heck not a creep. You fall back into your car seat. The clam-shell crinkles underneath you, again when it hits the passenger door, and a final time when the binoculars land on it. You slam the door shut and put the car in reverse. You really need to get home and try this out or you'll just be distracted the whole day. You start to reverse out, and stop. Oh. No. No way. Did you really just--?
Again, it's in park, and you're out of your car. There's two men behind it. One is on the ground, the other is kneeling. He's looking at you now-- it's not a good look. Before you can start to say anything he gets there first. First aid? Yeah, that's a good idea. You're starting to feel like a spinning top today as you turn back around to your car door. As you lean forward towards the glove box, you cringe. You can hear him dialing the police. Is that really necessary? Of course it is, you just ran someone over. Well you didn't really run him over, just knocked him over. You grab your first-aid kit from the compartment. Then it hits you. Rather, it hits your hand. The binoculars that is. The weight you were putting on your hand into the passenger seat caused it to tumble inwards. You start reverse out, and stop. Oh. No. No way. Do you really just--?
The kneeling man is yelling at you. You barely have time to think. You grab the binoculars. Then you grab the first-aid kit. Are you really gonna do this? You don't want a record. You've gotten this far in society without it happening. Is this felony? Probably not, maybe reckless driving. The binoculars are powerful-- you've seen it yourself. Can it fix this? You shuffle back out of the vehicle. Is this really happening? You've got such little time to make a choice. You see both men again. You see how the man on the ground's pant leg is underneath the wheel. It doesn't appear his actual leg is though. You really weren't paying attention. The kneeling man is however. You see him at the same time he sees the first-aid kit. Also the binoculars. Incredulity and confusion begins to take over his face. Deep breath. You hold the binoculars in front of your eyes. The results are immediate.
Through the small field of view of the moo'noculars, you see a kneeling cow. Biped, female, nude. Just like before. Her muzzle has the same incredulous look. It's cut short as you extend your hand with the first-aid kit. Before you realize it, she's grabbed it in her cloven-like hands and your turning the corner. Almost on accident, you see the person on the ground come into view. It's not the man however. She's got her naked back on the asphalt. Her chest heaves as she rubs the back of her horned head. You yank the binoculars down, and stop immediately. They're both still there. I mean-- of course they are. But they're both cow-women. Udder and all. Except this time you can see everything without a restricted field of view.
"Hey boss, do something!" Boss? You actually understood what he said this time-- or she now. It motivates you to move and now you're kneeling next to her. The binoculars are on top of your trunk. Both of you look down at the cow-woman still on her back. It's the worst time for it, but you just can't not pay attention that she's naked in the middle of the parking lot. Other one is too. Her bovine face is a contorted grimace as she continues to rub the back of her head.
"Can I help you at all?" You say nervously. She smiles at you?
"I will always appreciate your help." The sincerity was off-putting. Well, it's consent either way. A few more moments and she is sitting up straight with you holding her back up. Her friend grabs one of the alcoholic wipes from your first-aid kit and guides it to the back of her head. It makes contact and she inhales sharply, but guides her friends hand to where she needs it. As you watch them both, you notice that she has brown hair. You think she also has the same haircut. Huh. I guess it makes sense that hairstyle wouldn't change. The other cow kneeling next to you has black hair, her hair is cut short as well. You continue to hold her over the next few minutes. The situation is calming down.
Eventually, the brown haired cow-woman starts to stand up. Both you and the other cow protest. She did stop. Her tail was wedged underneath the tire still. Still? That wasn't right, was it? She gives a swift tug and cringes as her tail comes free with a little less hair. With that she's on her feet. Hooves. Since she's up, you stand as well. The black-haired cow joins you. A phone is in her hand. Oh crap. You can see that the police are still on the line. They were the whole time. They both see you see the phone. They look at you. This whole thing literally was your fault. Those stupid binoculars. You prepare for the worst as the black-haired cow holds the phone up to her floppy ear.