Pueblo grew up in a poor village in Mexico. He had twenty brothers and thirty sisters, but his mother was the most beautiful woman in the village, and his father was the sole sombrero maker in all the region.
At the orphanage, a lovely family adopted him. But he was still in a Mexican orphanage, and his new family lived in Idaho. No problem though, because the Orphanage Postal Worker worked night and day and all she had to do was pack 'im up in a box and ship him out.
Stfu!! It's freakin humane, damnit!
Pueblo lived a lovely life on his new family's farm, never letting his father's sombrero off of his head for a second. On his lonely days at the farm, he would hang out with his best friend in the world, the Squiggle Cow. She was a cow with squiggles for her body. They did everything together.
That is, until Pueblo met the most beautiful woman he's ever seen. Her name was something Hindu and she was from India, and they fell in love right away.
They continued spending more and more time together, Pueblo forgetting his best friend Squiggle Cow, or that she even existed. When Pueblo announced to his family that he and Hindu Name were getting married, Squiggle Cow decided to set things right.
Pueblo and Hindu Name got their own little apartment in Lincoln, Nebraska. Squiggle Cow followed suit. One day when Hindu Name was out buying groceries and Pueblo had stepped out of his apartment, Squiggle Cow striked.
"Do you know who I am!?" She demanded him.
"You're a pretty odd cow, if that's what you're asking."
When Squiggle Cow realized that Pueblo didn't even know who she was, she was hurt and heartbroken.
But she had a plan to win him back.
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Return in the next installment for the horrific conclusion of Pueblo's Dirge!!
-Rachel
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