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Perhaps Elsie is right. Perhaps Elsie is just trying to put the best possible face on the obvious: Dad's got a new sow. What's more likely - that his concern for appearance and jaunty step is due to a new illicit love, or ingestion of Hemo, a malt-flavored milk drink?
But Elsie isn't concerned. Sure, she has her reputation to protect, as spokescow for a major dairy concern. But no matter how far Elmer strays . . . he still has the ring in his nose. Never underestimate an cow who can knit with her hooves. |
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