At first I attached Miss Mumu to my headlight with rubber bands. Those didn't hold long. So I replaced them with a harness made out of elastic band and a shoe string, which over time grew more and more sophisticated. Allas, the elastic band didn't survive the strong tropical sun. So, in a third incarnation, I gave Miss Mumu a pair of kinky black velcro wings, which fix her tightly to my headlight, while still allowing her enough freedom to do the things she likes to do, like wiggling her hips and proudly showing everybody her four nipple piercings (now who can beat that, huh?!).

"Why all the hassle for such a stupid stuffed puppet?" you may ask. "You'd better watch it, pal!" I'll reply. Miss Mumu is more than just a stuffed puppet, she is several things. She is a present from two of my closest friends. She is a real Dutch cow, reminding me of my home country. She is a soldier repellent (at military checkpoints the soldiers always first look at my bike, then at me, and then at Miss Mumu, pet her, and without further ado say "ok, you can go"). And she is very friendly to children and adults too. She can even say moo like al cows do. Miss Mumu rules!