Moove it

I drove by a pasture and I watched as a herd of running cattle raced around its periphery, making sharp right-angled turns at each of its corners with speed and surprising grace, over and over again as if running laps in gym class, and so I said “Look… cowlesthenics” but upon hearing no groans from the backseat realized there were no children back there to suffer from my Dad Joke, and for a fleeting moment I felt shame, but then I remembered I have a blog.

Look upon my works, and despair.

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