The nature of the universe once again managed to utterly elude it, but why that fact was surprising to it historians could never tell. For the near-perfectly sculpted stainless steel milk jug sat quietly in the back left corner of the barn, collecting dust, hay, and rat droppings for years after the owners of the farm mysteriously disappeared in an accident best described as mystifying. It was dreadfully lonely and the cosmos still refused to court his dazzling mental acuity.
Tillie the Belligerent Bovine turned a few degrees to her right, raised her left leg, and thrust backwards. Strangely, the indentation in the stainless steel looked rather startlingly like the Old Master of the Farm. It all made sense now.
Author notes
I do believe that this is 120 words exactly.
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