Look at this hideousness!!
I’m always afraid my mail will be chewed up into cud, by the time I’m able to retrieve it! What if it goes into the 4th stomach, and I can’t reach it???
Can you tell how much I despise it??
Yeah, me neither!!
It must DIE!! It’s officially on death row, as of NOW!!
Panicked mooing! “Mooooo!! Mooooo!!” (I’m not sure, but I think Bossy understood!)
Granny, get yore gun, we’s agoin huntin!!
(Update: I have now officially de-“faced” the cow. Death by dismemberment has begun.)