It was 9 `o clock. Zen's alarm clock (Strawberry) yelled "Happy Bat Mitzvah, Gracie!!!" He had been meaning to get that fixed. He lifted himself out of his pastry and salmon bed and hit the floor. It was particularly pungent today. Suddenly, someone m eowed " Tonight only at the forum, Big Chuck Knikkets!" An overwhelming sense of irrelevancy washed over Zen. He stumbled down the stairwell, pushing the roosters to one side as he walked. He shook his head to free up the manicotti, and WALKED ON DOW N THE HALL. He cracked himself a couple of eggs. They were too liquid, so he gave them to the cat. The cat died, so he ate it. He began to uncontrollably sing Wayne Newton tunes. After the turn of the century, the goldfish tired of his crooning, and s h ot him. The moral of the story: Moo.