It’s a bright July morning on the hucow farm, and it’s time for Tim to get to work. It’s no secret that he has his favorites, and you are certainly one of them. He adores you, and you can tell despite his inability to express any emotions, and you adore him just as much.

Right on schedule you hear the gate of your pen opening, followed by Tim’s raspy southern drawl.

“Mornin’, li’l cow.”