Having dabbled with living the country a couple of times, I learnt very quickly what I liked and didn’t like about it. I mean, it’s an acquired taste, farm life.
There was a lot to like about it though! No neighbors, no scummy boy-racers charging past in their shit boxes at 3am and plenty of space to roam around aimlessly. You know, that kinda stuff.
What didn’t I like, you ask? The animals.
If I’m honest, I’m scared of just about every animal that I can’t hug. Birds, fish, even cows and sheep. Stop laughing, I’m serious.
Anyway, lets focus on cows. They are huge, stupid and just generally terrifying. There’s just something about cows I don’t trust! I mean, thanks for the milk and meat, guys, but please stay the hell away from me.
I suppose you could say, if I saw the local coppers out chasing a rogue cow, I wouldn’t stop and help. I would keep on moo-ving. (Sorry, I had to.)
Why wouldn’t I help? Well, just click the link. It really says it all.
Mess with the bull, and you get the horns!
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