Cow on a Skateboard

Annie's white cheddar mac and cheese shells are so fucking good.

A barren stretch of road slithers through the green pastures of the countryside. All around you is seemingly nothing more than endless fields with more fields beyond their far boundaries. Sparse, white clouds drift lazily across a blue sky bereft a sun, yet eternally lit as if midday. This is not a place of knowledge. A distant form approaches at a quick pace from the far end of the road. As it draws near, you see it is what looks to be a cow on a skateboard. Pangs of fear sting your gut at the ominous sight, yet you do not yield even as it slows to a stop before you. "Moo", it bellows.