Hay Fever

I can't believe my owner. You'd think he'd have gotten a clue by now. After almost six years, he should know I'm a high-end bull. Only the best sweet feed and the greenest grass for me. Nothing else. He understands this. Or, so I thought. The other day I "herd" him rustling around in the barn and thought, "SNACK!" Moooo! Charging (okay, so it bordered on stampeding) into the barn from the pasture, there he was...shucking hay into my trough. But, one whiff of it told me all I needed to know...that there was moo-way I was going to ingest any of that. Damp, slightly green, and with a hint of mold (For flavor?! Seriously?!)...absolutely not! Spinning around, I let him have it with a ferocious bellow ("MRRRAAAAA!"), and fled like a NASCAR racer on his final lap. Nice try, owner.

--Woodrow