Friday, May 15, 2009

Bulls are moaning in the pasture adjacent to my shack. I hear them in my bedroom at night.

One of them is named Terrible Master. Another is named Onan Son of Judah. The newest bull is named Humming-Towards-the-Gallows. He has a deformed neck.

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Meanwhile the record player spins.

2 comments:

Flying Mermaid said...

That does it -- as much as I've learned to become a real bovine hater, I'm in love with those bulls!

TK said...

What a sense of humor that rancher has! Can you imagine living your life with a name like that? I'm anthropomorphizing, but still!