Remember about the cow mug I got from my friend as a birthday present? I finally discovered how to make it moo. You got to shake it real hard in a certain way for it to let out 3 moos at a time. The thing is that..sometimes it moos, sometimes it doesn’t.
I left it at the kitchen table and went to sleep.
At 5:54am…Yea, I remembered the exact time because I checked on my mobile phone after hearing a series of unidentified noises. And it didn’t stop. I was afraid really but I had to find out what it was. So I switched on the room light and then switched on the toilet light just after I walked out from the roo, followed by the kitchen light which was just opposite to the kitchen.
What I saw was my cow mug and it’s mooing non-stop. Still afraid because it just didn’t make sense why it mooed by itself and that it mooed non-stop. I took the mug and examined it. Shaking it here and there, hoping that it would stop mooing. It did stop for a while and then I put it into the kitchen cabinet and went back to sleep. Thinking that if it continued mooing, it wouldn’t be that loud and I could still catch some sleep.
But I was wrong. I could still hear it from my room and so I got up again and rinsed it with water. I know it won’t make any difference as I believe that mug was designed to be water-proofed anyway so that whatever inside the mug that is making it moo will always get to moo when triggered.
Feeling fed up, I took the mug and tried looking for a box. I wanted to throw that mug away immediately. But I figured, I should just put it in a plastic bag so that when I throw it away, the mug would break and would eventually die.
So I made my way downstairs to the rubbish bin of my apartment block. Unfortunately, the rubbish bin was stacked so high, considering the fact that my neighbour just threw a party for their one-year old. So I had no choice but to left it stacked at the top of the rubbish pile.
I closed the door of that rubbish storing place. I suddenly couldn’t think of a word for it. Starts with an “R”. And walked back up. But while walking half way up the stairs, it mooed again. I was like ^&*^&^*%*%^*.
I walked down again and this time I took the plastic bag with that mug inside and threw it on the floor. There was a breaking sound of glasses and the mooing stopped.
Thinking my job is now done, (Do I sound like a criminal to you now? 😛 ) I walked back up again but half way walking up, it mooed AGAIN.
O.H.M.Y.G.O.D
But it did make sense because it is that thing inside the mug that is mooing. So no matter how shattered the mug can be and if that mechanical thing is still working, it would still moo.
Don’t know whether to walk back down or just forget about it, I could hear the rubbish collector dragging the big rubbish bin of his to collect rubbish from all the apartment blocks. So I quickly ran up because I didn’t want him to see me.
When I was inside the house and walking pass the kitchen to get to the room, I COULD STILL HEAR THE FREAKING MOO SOUND. ARGHHHHH!!!
So you can imagine how loud it is. It was still and quiet at that hour, which of course amplified the sound. I don’t know what the rubbish collector will be thinking. Some sound coming out from the bin. Was he amused? Or was he terrified?
Anyway, I finally went to bed again, even though I had to wake up in just a short while for work. While I slept, the mooing sound still lingered in my head even though I know the mug is not in the house anymore and is mooing away as the rubbish collector made his round to all the rubbish bins.
The first thing I did was to tell my colleague about it, who laughed and laughed. She told me she would put it into the refrigerator first, then maybe the mug would froze and stop mooing, then decide of what to do with it.
Another colleague listened in disbelief and cannot imagine I actually threw my birthday gift away.
Another colleague replied with “What is that? What is that?”
A friend suggested to soak it in water.
Told my mum too who couldn’t stop laughing and asked why I didn’t switch it off. How do I switch a mug off? Not like there’s an on – off button. Then she asked a very good question, “So how are you going to tell your friend?”
I don’t know how I’m going to tell my friend and I don’t know if I should tell my friend. Felt a little guilty though for throwing the mug away but given the time that the mooing started sounding, I was sleepy and scared and annoyed and fed up, I just wanted it to end.
I cannot bear to go through another similar occurence and to wake up in the middle of a night to a mooing mug.
So, if you were me, what would you have done?
