Cowbell almost didn’t make it pasture security at CDG. A nice lady had me manure out of line as she steered me toward the secondary stable. I wasn’t Hereford long, so I didn’t have a cow. I leather open my bag, and she dung through it, revealing the burdensome bell. She looked udderly perplexed, and though I was tempted to milk it, I was Jersey wouldn’t find it funny. For a second I thought she had a beef with me taking it on board since she’d obviously heifer seen one before, but thankfully she gave me no bull and let me moooove along. Praise the bovine! 😅😂😜
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