Picture it, Nashville, Tennessee, Two-Thousand Twelve. A wee child with a penchant for Cars and Farm Amamals receives some mis-directed junk mail hawking farm equipment.
Isn't it too early for holiday catalogues? Because hoo-doggie you would have thought the Toys R Us Christmas Spectacular Circular just landed on our front door step.
Sure, honey child those sweet baby calves are just hiding and not locked in some deadly holding contraption intended to keep them immobilized.
I'm wishing I had the sound effects to accompany that face. It was somewhere between a squeel, a shriek and a MOO when he saw not one, not two, but three cows on the same page.
Good thing he's easily entertained because we have a few more weeks before the trial is over. Heaven and the mail man help us!