Steers are what they make hamburgers from. And hamburgers are the treat you get if you’re a Good Boy when you go to the vet and don’t crawl under the chairs and refuse to come out. Just saying’.
I barked, and DadPeople and I kept walking. But MomPeople is a problem. She stayed by the fence until the steers came over to see her.
Farmer Burns said they were gentle guys. The steers got close.
This would not be a problem except NOW MomPeople says NO MEAT!
Good thing I Love Peanut Butter. Wait! Do they raise Peanuts around here? Would they lick MomPeople? ARGH!
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