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I knew a cow like that. #4308 - she would follow me around the barn, and she was obsessed with my hair. Mostly she just wanted me to bring her fresh grass and scratch her head for her.

The other inmates would beat the cows all the time so I quit. I don't mean just a slap on the rear end or a pinch to get her moving. I mean full blown beatings with broken brooms and shovels- it was disturbing. Thinking back on it brings tears to my eyes. I couldn't be around that, niggers ruin everything.

When I was little we used to go out at night when it was cold and carefully climb upon and drape ourselves across the huge Guernsey cows. Very peaceful way to fall asleep.

If I ever get a cow, this will be my youngest son. He wants to collect all the animals

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Heartwarming, except for the part where the kid is obese.