Bruce My Plastic Pet Cow…

Once upon a time, a long, long time ago, when cliché phrases were only just invented, there was a princess who was forced to work in an evil food-and-drink-making-factory.

She used to run along the corridors, up and down the stairs looking for shiny treasure, sometimes she would find brilliant and wonderful things and other times, she would leave disappointed that she had to face another few hours of work with nothing fun to do except for filling up glass jars with sugar and biscuits.*

It was a glorious day when princess Carly found Bruce. She was minding her own business when the nasty king asked her to find some cleaning rags to mop up the horrible customer’s spillages. Nevertheless, off she trundled, skipping up the stairs and singing as she traipsed the empty corridors looking for the rags. But low-and-behold! What should she cast her eyes upon? A precious, beautiful, plastic cow toy. Instantly, she knew his name was Bruce. It just popped from out of nowhere into her head.

She grabbed the mopping rags for the king and took Bruce off with her on a new quest. She got him some milk out of the fridge and gave him some salad from the kitchen. My, he was such a happy cow.

From then onwards, princess Carly and Bruce were inseparable. Bruce became used to living alongside Carly and partaking in her lavish life, and well, she enjoyed the company.

Bruce went everywhere, he attended princess Carly’s graduation ceremony at university, he went on quite a few nights out and got a little worse for wear…but the most memorable of trips was his most recent, to McDonalds. Wow… Bruce enjoyed his meal. Take a look for yourself:

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