I’m in taking care of my dad’s cows for about 24 hours. It shouldn’t be a big deal. Feed the horses, give the cows some hay, check the fence to make sure it’s still hot. Of course it’s pretty windy out so I’m paranoid that a branch is going to drop on the fence and all the cows will run in to the neighbor’s cornfield. I don’t have a plan for this, except to pack my things, move away and start a new life before anyone can blame me. The cornfield part hasn’t ever happened but they have gotten through the fence from one pasture into another.
Right now they are hanging out along the fence next to all that delicious corn.
Move along cows. There’s nothing to see here. You’re making me nervous.
“It’s okay, Jody. We understand. We are good, intelligent cows. Nothing bad is going to happen. You can go back inside now. Uhm, and don’t look out here for a while, okay?”