Why you Should Buy This CD Once upon a time there was a farmer who had a cow. This was no ordinary cow, no, no, no this was a magical cow. This cow could sing and play and was a crack recording engineer. All in all, an exceptional animal. Well, the farmer, being a humanitarian sort, decided to share his cow’s talents with the world. He made his animal a fancy cow suit loaded him into his truck and headed for market. He rented the best stall at the fair right in the center of the festival and set up the microphone and speakers. When the cow began his first song, the farmer looked out proudly over the crowd waiting for the cheers and applause to roll over him. The smile was wiped from his face when his gaze took in booth after booth crammed with yodeling livestock. Pigs, ducks, sheep, horses … someone had even brought a walrus…dotted the fairgrounds singing their hearts out. They sang in every style, Country and Western may have had an edge, but there was even a rooster singing Rudolfo from La Boheme. In the twinkle of an eye the farmer’s pride and joy had gone from being a one of a kind wonder to just another set of hoofs in the herd. What a minute before he had thought priceless was now revealed to be worth only what the market would pay by the pound. The farmer was aghast. Were these animals really being sold for their meat alone? He jumped down from the stage and joined the crowds that snaked around the displays. Sure enough, the animals were being sold off for the going rate – there was such a glut of singing pigs that they were being sold for a song. (Sorry) When he returned to his booth he found a few buyers poking his animal, and though his cow kept singing, he looked quite embarrassed. “What are you doing?” the farmer shouted pushing them away. The men held up cards with prices and figures. “Are you crazy?! This cow writes his own songs.” The buyers shrugged – unimpressed. The farmer’s eyes bulged. “What would you do with him if I did sell him?” The buyers laughed. “What the hell do you think we’d do? Cut him up and sell off the parts to the highest bidder.” “This cow was conceived as a whole. He even did his own artwork for the CD cover.” “Look bud,’’ the head buyer smirked, “Nobody buys CDs anymore. The guy with the walrus even tried paying people to take his stuff off his hands… no such luck.” The farmer hung his head and a tear ran down his cheek. But he was a stalwart fellow. He shook off his sorrow and said. “Come on boy, we’re goin’ home. Don’t let this happen to this cow… uh, CD. Buy the whole thing.