When I was little my family lived in the country in an area that was prone to flooding. One winter the field flooded and several cows became stuck in the mud. It was my responsibility to take a small boat with alphalpha into the field and hand feed them, but I hate cows so often I would row out and insult them instead. 2 of the cows died of malnutrition because the field was flooded for so long. I didn’t feel bad, but it stank.
