Our Job

I titled this post "Our Job" because the following is what I decided was an effective use of my time today.

This is a picture of a cow (are you sure?). We happened upon her as we made our way back to the trail after a wrong turn through a field. Apparently I'm inexperienced at reading hand-drawn-and-over-copied maps effectively. At first glance, Emily thought she was standing up, because of the hill hiding her legs and ur angle walking up toward her, which made her ominous and massive in Em's eyes.

Turns out that Emily is rather afraid of cows. Maybe it's the udders, or the dumbfoundedly blank stares. It's probably the udders. All pink and fleshy with milk inside. The key to a great bowl of fruit loops, right there in that rubber-glove-looking sack. Ever milked one of those? I did at the North Carolina State Fair when I was about 10. It was gross, but I did get a t-shirt so all my classmates could know that "I milked a cow at the NC State Fair." It was white with those black cow spots.

I finally convinced her that is was safe to walk by and we managed to pass by without incident. She wasn't sure that all would turn out well, "What if it charges us?" I had to stand between her and the savage beast until we got out of earshot, which is good because she then started to comment on the size of the animal. "Look how fat it is!" Ridiculing that poor cow. Not nice.

Josh