mooving story

I have a vague memory of being in the car on the way to the county fair. The windows are down and I’m excited about the prospect of ferris wheels and cotton candy. I’m probably 5. 

We stop at an intersection by a big farm. There are cows in a meadow. One of them is very close to us, by the fence, happily chewing her cud. I moo at her.

Good times.

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