about age 5, and living on a farm, i remember one summer i was in my summer dress with pretty yellow flowers on it and my frilly socks and sandals with ribbons in my hair. i looked really pretty, (”my little angel” daddy said) i asked daddy if i can watch the cows getting milked because i’ma big girl now, so he said yes but i have to stay next to the wall and not get in the way.
well the cows came in and daddy put some shinny things on the cows that where jumping up and down, but i couldn’t see well from the wall, so i walked behind a cow and lowered my head a little to see what they did and the cow lifted his tail so i can get a better look, “Thank you Mister cow” i said, and then this hot smelly stuff landed on my head and back and pushed me to the floor and i was screaming for daddy to help me and save me.

i never did like cows after that, and even today i’ll not go near a cow.

cows

bitch slapped by Sammie