In the previous episode...
The boy, in a fit of rage, chases the cows off their pastures. At the utterance of his angry words, the holy FSM appears and talks to boy about inducting him into the group of Pastafarianism advocates known as 'pirates'. The boy does not make any decision just yet, and the FSM is off before the boy can reply.
What will happen next?


THE BOY, THE COW, AND THE FSM, EPISODE 2

The boy blinked at the dazzling white that faded only a few seconds after the FSM's departure. He stood for a moment, swaying slightly on the spot, completely stunned by what had just happened. Slowly his mental faculties arose from their stupor, and, still staring incredulously at the place where the FSM had disappeared into thin air, he started to think about the conversation he had had with that eccentric pasta.
It totally beat him. It was the strangest dialogue he had ever had. In fact it could hardly be considered a dialogue; all he had contributed were a few tentative 'Er's as the FSM enthused about...about...pirates and flying and cows and Douglas Adams(who he was the boy could not say).
Slowly he sat down. Beneath the soft grass brushed against his legs. He sat there and wondered. Who(or rather, what) on earth was the Flying Spaghetti Monster really? It had appeared all so suddenly and had gone the same way. It hadn't even bothered to explain why it was there, what it was, and what the hell was Pastafarianism. A feeling of absolute bewilderment rose within him. Now he wasn't even sure if he had seen a floating pasta or not. It had seemed so surreal, so dream-like, so... indescribably stupid.Perhaps it was a dream after all...?
"Truuuuust me, it wasn't a dreeeeeam."
The boy started. The voice had spoken in a long, lazy drawl, almost...almost...cow-like.
"The FSM iiiiis reeeeeal alllllright. As reeeeal as yoooooooouuuuuu and meeeeeeoooooo...." The voice could not be more than a metre away.
The boy turned.
There, before him, the pink, wet muzzle of some grazing mammal blocked out the entire scope of his vision.
"Heloooooooooooooooooo...." went the animal in that drawn-out voice.
"Er..."
"I am, as yoooouuuuu haaaaave prooobaaablly reeeealised byyyyyy nooooooow, a cooooow. Moooooo....." the creature spoke again.
"Er..." Then, thinking that he was required to say something cooler than that, the boy added, "A talking cow?"
"Yeeeeees, a taaalking cooooow. Mooooo...." the cow replied.
So dazed was he by the events that had already transpired, he hardly felt surprised now, and he was not as wary as he should have been normally. He offered, "Shall we make an acquaintence? What's your name?"
"I Am Coooow. Moooo...." Cow answered lazily, then asked, "Whaaaat abbooout yooooouuurs?"
"Me? Well, er..." Here the boy started to think really quick, because it would embarrassing to admit that he had never had a name, and had never found a need for one. He had a sudden brainwave. "I Am Boy."
"Weeeellll, Booooooooy, nice to meeeeeet yoooouuuuu...." drawled Cow.
"S...same here." He forced a smile.
"I'm a giiiiirl, byyy the waaaaay..."
"Ex...excuse me?"
"I'm a girl, not a bull. All coooooows haaaaave deeeeeeep vooooices..."
"Er..." was all the boy could reply, for he found this all rather disconcerting.
"Anwaaaay, yooouuuu were shooouuuting juuuust noooow. 'Where's my coooow?'. That booook is very popular amooooong us cooooows. Moooo......"
"Er...yes...I knew that, that's why I was reading it aloud," said the boy hurriedly.
"Ohhhhh, but yoooouuuur reeeeading was terrible. It was hoooooollering. Noooo, noooo, we coooows dooon't like it like thaaaat. MOoooo.... It scared us allllll awaaaay...." Cow said.
"Oh...really? I hadn't realised...." the boy replied sheepishly.
"Yooouuuu should buuuuy the reeeeeal boooook. It haaas alllll the correct pronuuuuunciations of animaaaaal sounds, especially oooour mooooooooooo....." the cow threw back her head and dragged her moo for more than ten seconds(this impressed the boy very much). Then she said, "Did yoooouuuu know that it was actually baaaased of the boooook 'Thud!' by Terry Prachett?"
"Er..."
"Yoooouuu seeeem to beeeee a Booooy of feeew words."
"Er..."
"Wellll, yooouuu seeeem to haaave very little to dooooo in yooour life. Hooooow aboout joining me?"
"Excuse me?"
"Jooooooining me. Moooo...."
"Er..."
"To be a pirate."
"What?" At this the conversation with the FSM was thrust suddenly into his mind.
"A pirate. Cooooows can beee piraaates tooooo yooouuuu knoooow."
"P...pirate?"
"Yeeees. Doooon't think only huuumans can be pirates. I'm a pirate tooooo. Mooooo..."
"Er...Do you by any chance know of the Flying Spaghetti Monster?"
"He whoooo is the Holiest and most Heavenly of all pasta? I wooooorship Hiiim." There came into the eyes of Cow what seemed like the most ardent of adoration.
"Huh?"
"Don't yoooouuuu know of His Nooooodliness?"
"Er..."
"I, personally, am part of His close group of followers," and here her voice rose into a crescendo of the greatest pride, "and have been touched by His Noooooodly Appendage more than once."
The boy decided not to mention that he had already been touched by the FSM's Noodly Appendages twice.
"Anywaaaaay, shall you jooin me in serving the noooooble cause of spreading Pastafarianism?"
"Er..."
"Weeeelll then, I shaaaal taaake thaat as an affffirmative. Let us set off into the greeat unknown, staaaart our greeeat joooourney, begin the odysseeeey. Mooooooo!"
And without even really knowing what had happened, the boy had just committed himself for life.



*In the next episode of The Boy, The Cow, and The FSM:
WHERE are Boy and Cow heading off to? WHAT of the FSM now? and WHAT does being a pirate mean?