Fish Bones- a story concocted using the random word genarator

Fishbones

Cowman hated his baldness but loved being called sagacious. His honey eyes gleamed  whenever any sparker spoke in superscriptions on cowman’s bucklering of the cow/human language. He imagined his metatarsals-he didn’t have any- tingling  with electric pulses.

Head farmer Strophanthins Rooser loved the cowman. S.R. often imagined being mounted my him whenever she was bending low to spoon bowls of warm oatmeal from the low-lying cooking trough into his favorite bowl. She much enjoyed the nogging noises his reassembled teeth made as he cud-chewed his meals. For his part, Cowman would gaze at her with moist, draughtiest eyes as he ate.

S.R. disliked the current ENCLOSER. She thought him phonily impersonal. S.R. also thought the ENCLOSER believed himself far above the furrieries of  farming life. The fitfully mitier of the mundane was not for him.

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