The Sixth Incident.
Well. Seeing as how all these people want to come cowing with us all the time, we decide to keep it a little quieter and not let another know when we're going anymore. So it's just me and Marcus (Although Matt stopped by while we were watching for awhile too, which was ok). We load up Gertrude and leave Matilda's Revenge home for the night (she's got a busted head that we have to fix anyway). As we are unloading it, these 2 guys in a little civic are at the stoplight watching us, yelling and laughing their heads off at the whole thing.. They drove by a few times too :).

After about 15 minutes, the wonderful "merchant patrol" cruises through the parking lot and pulls up to us (after noticing the cow and slowing for a closer look himself). The guy was cool, he thought it was funny, and asked if it was our cow. We said no of course (We don't think there's anything wrong with admitting it's ours really, but it keeps things simple), that we were just coming home and saw the thing and decided to stop and watch it for awhile.. The guy said that was cool, but we can't sit in the parking lot for long watching. We left, leaving Gertrude temporarily, and drove back up in a different car. Our plan was to look like someone else obviously, we were just going to grab her and take her home. [Un?]fortunately, it didn't work out that way - and has taken the whole cow epidemic to a new level.

As we were sitting at the stoplight, mister friendly policeman sees the cow. (Hang on. One thing that you've got to realize here - many cops have driven by in previous nights and seen this cow, and not cared probably thinking it was funny themselves.) He pulls over on the corner of the intersection, flips on his blue and red lights, and gets out of his car. He walks over, checks the thing out, pops his trunk and starts loading the thing in! The cops are stealing our cow!! He gets back in and starts driving away with the cow hanging out his trunk! It looked like something out of some crazy old movie or something. Because of our position at the stoplight, we we're able to follow him, but it looked like he was going around back of the grocery store with it. After 10 or 15 minutes, we drove back there looking to see if he had just thrown it away or something. No luck, we drive down to the station. As we drive up the hill into the parking lot, there is a mob of police cars around the entrance, one car in the middle of it with his trunk popped. There is, however, no cow in it any longer. Check these out:

The first newspaper artice: 2 days later
The second article:  3 days later
The third article (Front Page!!):  ~1 week later