The gods roared with laughter

From Imaginopedia

Grizzle strewn about like a mini hurricane, i restated my intentions to remember last winter when the dusty cows came back from their year long tour. hacknied and obscene they commanded respect assuring everyone that the slightest movement of their tails would somehow restore confidence in the moment and all that it might yield. low and slow, they chewed on.

Back in Easton, the gods roared with laughter, delighted that once again the phonebook chewing cows would continue to generate the time sensation that everyone was clearly so dependant on. We pulled back from the skyscope and looked at each other, freaked out. If what we overheard and saw was true then the gods had set the whole thing up.