I guess in some places, a cow falling from the heavens is a regular occurrence.

I can assure you this is not the case, in New York.

Confused?

Me too.

Presently, I am pinned beneath a cow.

It's a very nice cow.

I mean, it's got very symmetrical spots: everything a cow could ask for, to be honest.

It's just, I'm finding it hard to appreciate the symmetry, with its udders dangling in my face.

And now, a man is pulling me up.

He grins.

Not him.

"So how about that date?"

I frown

"You did say 'when cows fly.'"