The Humidity Arrives (A deeply concerned statement from a cow monitoring atmospheric betrayal)

This morning felt… heavy.

Not emotionally.

Atmospherically.

The air itself had weight.

I stepped into the pasture and immediately sensed it — the subtle swelling of the environment.

Humidity.

My dossan reacted before I did.

Expanded. Softened. Questioned its own structure.

I froze.

We have trained for this.

The Florida cow’s warnings echoed in my mind.

“Full-volume chaos.”

I inhaled.

The air tasted… moist.

Unacceptable.

Official Statement:

“I will not be expanded without consent.”

Respect. The. Hair.