ballet practice has been useful). It takes all my willpower to not take a big chomp out any of the corn, too. Whoever said it was unnatural for a cow to eat corn was obviously not a cow.
I have watched with anticipation as the farmer planted this field back in June. I waited as the first green tendrils crept through the cracks of the soil reaching skyward. When there was no rain I cursed the sky. When The Farmer had the field sprayed for weeds I cheered, "Die weeds, die!"
Now there is only the waiting left. Waiting for The Farmer to harvest this corn for the silos. I cannot wait.
Agent 226, reporting from The Udder Side.