Hey, guess who, wait a minute, you already know who….. Feck.
Well, anyways, this is the story that I made while I was bored in 
Physics Class. Yes that happens, so….. This is where I got my name. 
Well, my pen name, well, I needed a name and that field was mandatory,
so this is the first name that came to mind.

Legal Statement: These characters are my creation, so I really don’t 
need a legal statement. But hey, they are so fun to mess around with, 
so here one is. What was that, you don’t like legal statements? Well 
it’s my fic, so sue me. On second hand, don’t. The only thing you’d 
get, you wouldn’t want.

Oh well, on with the fic…………….

One day there was a fluffy white rabbit

We interrupt this fic to bring you a news bulletin! Due to the 
popularity and sheer multitude of responses the “Mosquito Cows” 
there will be brief message at the end of this fic. There will also be
some Mosquito Cows there too. We now return you to your regularly 
scheduled fic.

named Bob.  He was an ordinary rabbit, except for the fact that he had 
a piece of evil lettuce named Carl, as his best friend. Go fig.

Well one day, Bob was waking up from a hangover. The night before, 
under the advice of Carl, they had knocked off a liquor store. Bob 
decided never to do that again, unless he was sober.

Now, Bob was getting increasingly more observant of his surroundings, 
and was getting quite bored.

“What should we do?” asked Bob.

Carl suggested that they go camping……

“Great idea!” exclaimed bob. (don’t ask me what I was thinking, I was 
so bored anything sounded good)

So soon they were on their merry way towards Squirrel Lake Campground.

Bob was still a little groggy, so Carl was driving. (can you imagine 
driving past that? A head of lettuce on the steering wheel and a rabbit
in the passenger seat…..*Shudder*)

Eventually, after 3 wrong turns and a short trip to Albany, they 
arrived.  Unfortunately, Carl wanted to start some trouble….

Bob, being a rabbit and not having a conscience, went along with the 
poor deranged head of lettuce. Who knew chocolax and saran wrap could 
cause so much trouble.

For those who need further explanation: 
saran wrap + dark outhouse + person + Chocolax = some grade A mischief.


After a frantic run back to their campsite, they noticed that their 
tent wasn’t set up.

426 swear words, 29 cans of beer, and 3 tents later, they decided it 
was best to get a cabin. Hey, it’s only an extra $25 a night, and Bob 
really needed to relax. He was getting a lot of stress from doing 
nothing, so he had to do nothing for a while.

The two had a quick game of poker, then went to sleep.

They got up somewhere around 2 P.M. to hear rustling. When he opened 
the door to the cabin, he was rushed by squirrels!

Do you know that squirrels really like to play poker?

This went on for a couple of night, until Bob decided that they had 
had enough. That and the fact that he was out of money. (it’s my fic 
so can the skepticism)

“Stupid fee! $150 for just 3 days.” ::grumble::

Carl told him not to complain, at least one of the squirrels didn’t 
take a bite out of his head.

“Oh well,” sighed Bob, “I guess it’s time to go back to doing nothing.
 I hate doing nothing. I wish that I could nothing instead of nothing. 
Ne… What can you do?”



So it’s not that great. Just thought you guys would like a little 
background on my name is all.

And now…………….Mosquito cows!

New Yorker

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ-how would like that moo up 
your *censored*-ZZZZZZZZZZZZ

-Sorry, couldn’t resist-

Spanish

ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ-¿el mooa?-ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
-thank you to Wolfetha and Bri Yami-Neko-


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I am accepting suggestions for the mosquito cows, 
please pop them in with your review.

Until next time……………….Schmaah!