The Pollen Warning (Adefensive statement from a cow who has read the air)

This morning began beautifully.

Warm breeze. Soft light. The pasture stretching out in confident green.

And then…

I sneezed.

Not a delicate sneeze.

A full-bodied, horn-shaking, dignity-threatening sneeze.

Pollen.

Floating invisibly through the air like nature’s glitter.

I attempted to ignore it.

I lifted my chin.

Another sneeze.

The goat whispered, “Spring’s here.”

I glared at a nearby flower.

Do not start with me.

If winter was frizz season, this is fluff inflation season.

My dossan expanded slightly by mid-morning.

Not chaotic.

But ambitious.

I will monitor.

Official Statement:
“I survived blizzards. I will not be taken down by plant dust.”

Respect. The. Hair.