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“We need you to come in,” said Ned.
The wind rustled the papers the two men held in front of them. Ned repositioned himself on the bench.
“It’s me, Ned.”
“I know who you are,” said Joe. “You can just return back to the agency and tell them where they can stick this assignment.”
“Can’t do that. This is a top priority mission.”
“Then you do it.” Joe turned to the next page. “By the way, your newspaper is upside-down.”
Ned fumbled with the paper. When he’d finished it was still upside-down. “Don’t worry about my newspaper. We need to discuss the situation with the cows.”
“Yes, cows. Those things that sit in the middle of our burgers and say moo.”
“Are they planning a revolution?”
Ned’s paper lowered enough to allow him to glance over at Joe. “How did you know? That’s classified.”
“I was being sarcastic,” said Joe. “Stop with the jokes and get on with the briefing.”
“You need to understand that a conspiracy on the part of
’s dairy producing population is no laughing matter.” America
“I’m not laughing.”
“Can you put your paper back in front of your face?” asked Joe. “We’re not supposed to be seen talking to each other.”
“I’m glad you’re finally taking this serious,” whispered Ned. “A herd of
Holsteins in have taken over a lead mine and are using it as their secret base.” Iowa
“Okay, now I’m convinced this is a joke. Can we just skip to the punch line?”
“The punch line is that you’ve been chosen to infiltrate the suspected bovine terrorist organization and find out what they plan to do with all that lead.”
“Maybe it’s a new method of fortifying the milk they produce,” said Joe.
“Lead is poisonous.”
“I didn’t say it was a good idea. Besides, I was making a joke.”
“Well, next time you tell a joke make sure it’s funny.”
“Then what do you think they’re up to?”
“Our scientists think they could have stumbled upon a formula for creating heavy-milk; a key component for bio-nuclear weapons.”
Joe folded his newspaper and set it down on the bench.
“What are you doing?” asked Ned.
“I’m going to the nearest printer and order a couple of dozen resumes. I need a new job.”
“I wouldn’t do that if I was you.”
“Why? Is the agency going to do something to me if I quit?”
“No. It’s just that a subversive group of swine escaped from the pork factories south of here and control all the printer operations in town. They're working with the cows and may be on to you."