Once upon a time lived a cow named Crow that loved pretending to be a firetruck that sounded like a chicken. Crow really hated chickens, but loved firetrucks. His brother Steven was a cow also, but wasn't interested in the same things as his kin. Steven liked to sit in a sitable barn and eat eatible food. Crow however, was not interested in such rough activities.

But one day, Crow found the courage to leave the farm, his brother and his lost pet toad Crow the second, to follow his dream. His dream was to become a real firetruck that made real chicken noises. He decided to sneak out when everyone was looking, so then everyone would of have known were he left to, while still being sneaky somehow.

Once he was halfway to the fence, he stopped, took three steps back, and flew over the border that was seperating him from the outside world. When his hooves touched the hard ground beneath him, he realized that he was indeed, on a thing called a road. Crow then turned his body to look straight ahead took a deep breath to begin his chicken firetruck abilities, but, before he could, he got ran over by a drivable car. The End.

So, this is a random story that I made up because I decided to. Don't really have a reason behind this other than the cow part. Crow is a cow because they are by favorite animal and Crow was just a random name out of nowhere. And, just incsse you didn't know, this is most definitely not realistic. You wanna know why? Because Crow can aparantly fly.

Anywho, I just wanted to thank anyone who read this considering that my first two Wattpad story like things aren't exactly doing to well, but I don't really care about that, but shoot this "conversation" thing is getting pretty long, so bye.