My boss, Agent 101, is a lot like Hannibal from the A-Team in that they both "love it when a plan comes together." You can probably tell from the photo that this is where my plan fell apart.
It all started with a dare, but isn't that the way trouble sometimes starts? Some of us junior agents were daring each other to do something to The Farmer for April Fool's Day. One dared us to get out of our stall and run around in the hallway of the calf barn. I said I'd do one better than that. I said I'd go up the stairs to the hay loft and hide. Then when The Farmer came in and realized I was gone I'd "moo" from up there and scare him half to death.
I had used my secret spy issued skeleton key to escape my stall and almost started up the stairs when it happened. When he happened. When The Farmer walked in. He turned his head sideways, confused, and escorted me back to my stall. The laugh from the other calves was on me and I was the April Fool.
Agent 2423, reporting from the Udder Side.
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