Work Text
When Cows Go Whoo!
There was nothing like a late night jog. Kevin Levin was tired of driving around all the time and wanted to stretch his legs.He jogged past the scrapyard and paused to have a swig of water from a sports bottle. He was glad to be away from Ben’s usual chaos but aliens were never far away. Bright lights forced him to stop.Kevin shielded his eyes from the glare and whistled. “The old man has a kickass farm over here!” He wasn’t speaking to anyone but he couldn’t help but yell. “Whoa! Look at the AI on this equipment. Cool!” He imagined the cows being abducted here in classic UFOs. Like a sci-fi movie! Ben told him to shut up when he returned to the hotel.Whatever. Ben was a boring loser. Kevin was living a real sci-fi adventure.