Crazy Cows, a quickwrite by hadski213

I was breathing heavily, with my hand on my heart, my face beet red. I had just had a terrible unrealistic dream.
It was raining. A thunder storm. The biggest lightning bolts I had ever seen in my life.
Our cows were going crazy. Their eyes were bright red and they were kicking the walls of the barn. Then, suddenly they broke down the door and started stampeding out. They got faster and faster then took off into the air, without wings or anything. They were flying as if they were born to soar through the air.
The storm got worse. The lightning seemed to be coming every second. Soon the cows started dropping out of the sky. It took me a while to figure out why, but then I realized they were struck by lightning. Most of the cows were on the ground. But the ones that avoided the lightning flew higher toward the moon. I decided to go back to sleep and take a deep breath. It was just a dream anyway.
The next day there were about twenty cows spread out dead all over the pasture. And on the radio, a reporter was saying they detected life on the moon. Ironic.