Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Sex, Sort of

How thrilling. Today, one cow was locked in the barn all day in preparation, Mr H manages to convey to me, of her getting pregnant. Something about a bull and infinite togetherness – and it’s all supposed to happen tonight. So after Griffen spent the whole day preparing herself (OK, standing there, dumbly, in the dark) the vet arrives to check her over. And then, SQUIRT, it’s all over. In the less than two minutes there’s beer and schnapps on the table, and fags all round. The bull turned out to be a four-foot long, centimetre-wide lance, in and out in the blink of an eye. No fun, too fast, all for the bargain price of around 28 euros. Talk about a cheap date.

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