i lived on this hundred-acre farm from the time i was about eight till i was about thirteen. and on that farm, we had a cow, one we raised from before the time the poor widdle thing was old enough to be weined. we used one of my baby doll bottles to mix special formula, and warmed it in a bucket of hot water 'cause this was bm (before microwave). he was so cuuute, cuddling up on my lap sucking that bottle.
now that i think of it, i can't remember what happened to that cow. i hope he didn't end up packaged like my two hog friends; i didn't eat bacon without having seen the store receipt for years.
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