Isn't it enough that no one wants me around (except the radio station that kidnapped me). I have been moved more than a handful of times at your requests and am now trying to "bloom where I am planted" as my therapist says.
I have been ridiculed, laughed at, and even ridden by camera wielding tourists. But I think this hat is the ultimate embarrassment. I appreciate your hard work to knit it and sneak it on me after dark, but do you realize I have hoofs, not hands? I can't even take this thing off. It makes me look like a chicken...a chicken of all things!
I appreciate a good joke as much as the next cow, but will someone please take this hat off my head!
Your Town Cow
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