As the mice are eating the red sofa, the red pigment starts diffusing from the fabric to the mice skin. The mice then acquire that deep red color. Mrs Cow looks around her and sees many red little things moving around her. Her first thought is “I’ve been doing crosswords for so long, I must be hallucinating now”. She closes and opens her eyes again… the red moving things are still there. The mice are done eating the sofa and Mrs Cow falls on the ground. Mrs Cow is now convinced they are ladybugs coming from the 4^th dimension dancing for her and she goes zombie! She gets into a trance, she doesn’t understand what the heck is going on.

Meanwhile, Mr Ox is in the kitchen, preparing the cheese for the mice. He cant afford buying 100 kg of cheese, so he has to make some. Mr Ox reads in his cookbook that blue cheese is made from cow’s milk and Penicillium cultures. Luckily, there’s plenty of cow’s milk in the fridge and Mr Ox can easily find some nice Penicillium Glaucum in the soil next to his house. Mr Ox mixes the two ingredients, hoping to get some nice blue cheese instantly. Unfortunately, nothing happens. Mr Ox has another look at his cookbook and finds out that the blue cheese must be aged for a long time. Mr Ox says to himself “The mice are coming soon asking for the cheese, there’s no way the cheese can be ready in time… Hmmm. Unless…”. Mr Ox picks up the radioactive particles from the microwave explosion, adds it to the cheese mixture, shakes it a little bit and… voilà, the cheese is ready! Mr Ox is happy with his cheese and gives it to the mice.

The mice leave and Mr Ox goes to the living room. His wife is there, laying on the ground, saying incomprehensible things. Mr Ox takes her in his arms and shakes her a little bit. Mrs Cow wakes up. Mr Ox tells her wife that she now can start her training program. Mrs Cow says she wants to go outside and take some fresh air. She gets to the door, opens it, and gets stuck in the door frame. Mr Ox tries to push her through the door, but it doesn’t work. Mrs Cow is too big to go through the door. Mr Ox now has to demolish the whole house. He goes to pick up his tools and starts demolishing his house.

Mr Ox and Mrs Cow are now living outside. Mr Ox set up a nice little camp in the field. Mr Cow can now starts her new training program. She wakes up at dawn, drinks a grass smoothie, then she goes running in the field while listening to her favorite band, Tatu. Of course, she cant run much at first. She suffers from knee pain and lacks some motivation. Thanks to her supportive husband, she gets motivated and starts increasing her jogging speed. In a week, she lost 50 kg. In order to get on board any Korova Airlines plane, she must weigh less than 900 kg.

Everything is now going smoothly, Mr Ox is so proud of his wife and the efforts she’s making. As he’s laying on the grass, sunbathing, he sees a mouse coming his way. He’s thinking “Oh, maybe the mouse wants to thank me for the delicious blue cheese”. Oh, Mr Ox was so wrong. The mouse was looking for him cause the other mice are dying. It seems like the radioactivity contaminated cheese is killing the poor mice. Now Mr Ox starts to worry. He’s wondering if the mice are seeking for health care, revenge, or both…

-Annick and InsideOut

Her memory starts to brighten. She remembers her childhood, her mom, dad and brothers. She remembers being a student of McGills University in Montréal. She remembers it all but her name.

- Honey, I need to find out what my name is! - says Mrs Cow to her husband.

She calls the travel agency and buys two tickets to Montréal.

- I’ll go look for my teachers, my classmates… - Mrs Cow sighs in hopefulness.

The problem now is that Mrs Cow needs to put out some weight otherwise she won’t be able to get in the plane. She feels guilty and useless for not being able to step out of the red sofa. Mr Ox decides to secretly let mice in the house so they can eat up the sofa.

- It may be destroying furniture, but it is for a good purpose - thinks Mr Ox trying to comfort himself.

Mr Ox sees no other way of helping his beloved wife…

-Allu

I don’t get these girls who are all like I LOVE MY BLOG and don’t post anything there Time for male action! Hmm.

I had a banana for breakfast, if anyone cares.

Möööh. It seems I suck at the art of blogging. Time for female action maybe?

-Allu

EDIT: This thing already decided to be gay with me, fucking the posts and all. I might be a retard, but posting incomplete stuff is the BLOG’s fault! (And check The evergrowing Weirdos section for a general idea of our weirdness.)