As my eyes refocused, I saw the blue cow standing there, looking at me oddly...like I was some sort of weirdo. He was just standing there chewing on his cud. My eyes then focused on a different object. The pointed gun in my shaking hand, aimed at the blue cow. That was my friend...the blue cow...Maurice. I had killed him before. I was standing at this very spot before I started thinking about what may happen if I had shot him. We had been given another chance at life because I had shot myself after that. Then I bought him and took him home. He started talking to me and he told me that he didn't want to be treated like a cow anymore. Was I dreaming?? Was it real?? I raised the gun and shot the blue cow. The blue cow fell in the mud puddle, never to be blue again. I walked over to the mud puddle just like before and looked in to his glassy eyes. Well last time I killed him I killed myself as well out of grief of killing him. Then God gave us a second chance. Well, here goes nothing. I raised the gun to my own head and shot myself. This time though I didn't miss.