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Guest post by Clover:
Dear Readers,
Thank you for asking about me. That Woman has become besotted with a COW and she has forgotten me. I can’t remember the last time I had a cookie. Did I not have TWO babies? How many babies did the cow have, hmm?

Since you are the only ones who are thinking about me, I must tell you that I’m being held hostage by the Russian mafia. They will not release me until you send cookies!
Thank you for your help. I know you care. Unlike SOME PEOPLE.

Love,
Clover
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PS Your babies are beautiful.
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My goats ran away and do not want to come home. I am sure you would never do such a thing! If you would like to come live at my house I will feed you cookies every day and will NEVER mention that cute, adorable…errr…I mean that mean nasty cow! I can not however do anything about the Russian Mafia holding you hostage. May I suggest using one of your many disguises. I especially like you in your soapmaking goggles!
Sincerely,
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My broom is on its way…loaded with the peanutbutterchocochip cookies I made this afternoon.
Please don’t eat the duct tape used to attach said cookies!
Ear Rubs to you
Pam
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You poor thing! You deserve all the cookies you can eat! We have not forgotten you!
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I still love you best!
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I’m sorry. I’m just not buying the whole Russian mafia thing. I recognize the background in the photos you posted, and I know you are still at That Woman’s house! Admit it. You are jealous of a COW, and this is a sympathy play… a clever plot to get all of That Woman’s readers to send COOKIES!
And it’s WORKING. Sympathy abounds in response to your letter. Cookies are already in the mail. From everywhere! But be careful what you wish for. Soon you will be rolling in cookies of every flavor and shape. Soon you will have so many cookies you will tire of them. You will want nothing to do with cookies. You’ll want cake. What will you do then, hmmm?
You know That Woman loves you and your babies soooo much. Don’t worry, this is only a temporary distraction. She will soon be back to her normal self.
Give those adorable babies a kiss for me.
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Love,
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