GEORGE 1: The Innocence of Bovinity

The heifer chewed her cud. It was thicker than yesterday’s. Oh, what was that? There was something crunchy in her mouth. Cud wasn’t supposed to crunch. Had she eaten something unusual this afternoon? The heifer couldn’t remember.

In the farm house, George softly rubbed his bandaged stump, already plotting revenge.

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