Don’t Have A Cow

(We’re sitting around after finishing dinner and waiting for the bill. To pass time, I decide to make some jokes about cows.)

Little Sister: “What do you call a cow who can’t speak?”

Me: “Moot!”

Little Sister: “What do you call a cow who has different emotions every other second?”

Me: “Moody!”

Little Sister: “What do you call a cow with no wings?”

Me: “Hmm… I don’t know. What do you call one?”

Little Sister: “A cow, still.”