Pinky had to sleep on a pile of mattresses in his pick-up last night because Miss Love bombed the house for roaches. The cool winds of hurricane Rita that were blowing through the pasture made a perfect night for outdoor sleeping. Pinky stacked up the mattresses 24 high (like the hale bales from last week) and started the night enjoying the breeze, the moon, and the low of the tiny cows. But Pinky couldn't sleep. He tossed and turned and had nightmares about cows wearing wigs. At dawn he finally checked under the bottom mattress and found a Grape Nehi bottle cap. Pinky Diablo is ever so sensitive.
