Fences make good neighbors. Fences make good boundaries. Fences are also fun to jump. The Farmer may not agree with that. Actually he's mostly complained and complained. Sure sometimes a tree fell on the fence, but other times it was my fault as I began my training regimen.
In about 200 days the 2012 Cow-Olympics will begin in London. This is not something to be taken lightly. My mama cow was a world class high jumper and I intend to follow in her hoofsteps.
I am glad The Farmer feeds a well-balanced ration to us, but that is not enough. I have to train. I mean I have to train daily. I have to practice my running and jumping as much as I can. If that means The Farmer is going to have to rebuild fences every now and then when I miss, then so be it. I'm going for the gold, ma, watch me go!
Agent 162, reporting from the Udder Side.
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