When I was in Russia on study abroad, my dear old host mother Lidia Petrovna informed me over breakfast one morning that I moo like a cow when I talk. She made horns on her head with her fingers and went "MrrrrOOOOOONNNGGH" to make sure I understood, because she was also fond of telling me my Russian is awful. "That's why I leave the room so fast when you talk," she said, "because the mooing cuts my ears." Some time later, she fed me these cookies:
("MYMY" is how you spell "MOO MOO" in Russian.) Ever since then, I have felt a particular fondness for cows, and I thought if I ever made a logo for myself as an artist, it ought to be bovine. Well, I haven't come up with anything viable yet, but I still think these are cute:
Moo!
("MYMY" is how you spell "MOO MOO" in Russian.) Ever since then, I have felt a particular fondness for cows, and I thought if I ever made a logo for myself as an artist, it ought to be bovine. Well, I haven't come up with anything viable yet, but I still think these are cute:
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Good story, so much fun. Cows, woot!
ReplyDeletehaha! i love those sketches, especially the one with the cow looking under his legs. :) cookies and story were great, too!
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