I was in a vast open field. I looked around, and then I saw it. A blue cow! Not a red cow, not a green cow, but a blue cow. Its blue was the color of sadness. I looked into the blue cows eyes, and I felt somewhat sorry for the blue cow because I was a hit man hired to kill the blue cow! I raised the gun and shot. The blue cow fell in the mud puddle never to be blue again.