"That bastard," she scoffed. She turned her head down towards the grass and looked at it carefully. It looked delicious, long green blades, firm and juicy with just a few late dandelions scattered yellow across the surface. They seemed to shine against the dark field. "They look like stars," she thought, but this only reminded her of him and she could feel tears welling up in her deep brown eyes. She looked up, willing control on herself. How could she have done this, how could she have been so stupid. It was obvious, he had just been out for one thing since the very beginning. She felt empty and used, like a giant, Grade-A certified whore.

"He said he loved me," she whispered to herself.

"And I do," she heard behind her. She turned, startled, and there he was: tall, muscular, staring passionately at her through his three charcoal gray eyes, eyes you could swim in if they weren't bone dry, silicon-based space-eyes.

"I knew you'd come," she lowed at him. Her tears were now tears of joy. She galloped towards him and they embraced, his tentacles roaming over her supple hide.

"I knew you'd come," she whispered.

"Of course I'd come," he said. He pulled back and held her as he looked into her eyes. "I'd never leave you. I want to abduct you away from this place forever. You can come with me as I complete my mission making rings on cornfield of drunken toothless farmers. I guess what I'm asking is: will you marry me?" He got down on what was essentially the Plutonian equivalent of his knees and produced a giant diamond studded ring.

Bossy Two couldn't breath. It was all so fast! It was just as she had always imagined it, except that now it was an extraterrestrial creature named Luther and not the bull from the Elmer's glue bottle.

She choked out the words. "Yes," she said. "Yes, I will. Yes." He firmly grasped her dainty hoof and as gently as a the dew falls, he wedged on the oversized ring.

"I'm the happiest whatever-the-hell I am in the vicinity of this particular quasar," he said tenderly. "I don't ever want to lose you."

"Luther," Bossy Two said tentatively.

"Yes, my bovine bride to be."

She welled up her courage and said, "I have something to tell you."