At one time in my life I had considered SealPoet a friend. Those days are gone. How could he have made light of this situation? Not only did I lose the friggin' contest because of some uppity judges who are trying to make names for themselves in the cow-judging circles, but my beloved cow is in a state of shock.
The judges ripped the hairpiece off, revealing the bald spot, and the entire auditorium gasped in horror.
My poor cow was mortified -- won't eat any more, just hides in the weeds out back and wears that damn hat.
So I'm dealing with losing the contest
and trying to convince my cow that there is such a thing as cow-pattern baldness.
And Sealpoet is dancing around and laughing.
Sealpoet, your day of reckoning is approaching.