Erika sprayed the bottle on her chest. Then she realized she
had gotten some on her arms. So she sprayed her arms. But if,
she sprayed her arms, then she had to spray her legs, too.
Eventually, she ended up spraying everywhere but her hair,
because she still liked it, and her tounge, so she could talk. She
ripped the label off of the bottle and ate it. Then, she too the
bottle, and rubbed its remaing on her body. She smashed the
bottle, cleaned it up, and threw it out. It took some time for it to
sink kn, but she soon realized what was going to happen to
her. She thought about living on a farm, eating grass, having
calves, giving milk. Suddenly, it seemed like an ideal lifestyle.
But how would her mom react? And would she still be able to
talk?
Strangely, nothing happened to her. She ate dinner, went to
bed, and slept. She had a strange dream that night. She was
standing in a pasture. There were a few cows around her, and
it was a sunny day. One of the bulls looked at her funny. Then it
started laughing. It was a deep, moo like sound that sounded
like it came from the devil. She was suddenly filled with a feeling
of absolute dread. The other bulls began laughing as well. Then
she heard a snicker. She turned around to see a cow beginning
to laugh. The others soon joined in. As they laughed, Erika
began crying. The laughter soon became more demonic and
rythmic. The smiles left the cows faces as they began chanting
a deep, powerful chant. It was slurred and long and obviously
quite archaic. Erika broke down in tears. She fell down. A bull
had rammed into her. It stepped on her face. The others joined
in. They began laughing again, while the cows watched and
chanted.
Erika awoke and turned on her light. She still had rhe tail. She
waved it around but it brought less comfort than before. She
looked over her body and found the rest of her body to be fine.
She started crying in real life.