Cows
Many a year ago, I used to live just near a farm owned by a friends dad. Many a summers day was spent messing about in the fields, driving about on quad bikes and moving animals.

Now this farm mostly kept cows, but had a few sheep as well. Stupid sheep, but they form a different story.

So one day we moved a herd of cows from one end of the farm to the other, through about 5 fields. We had just finished moving them and started to head back a different way. I was walking and the other guy was on the quad.

"You might want to hurry up," says he, "the cows are coming for you!"

I walk on regardless, disregarding his obvious falsehoods.

"You really might want to start running."

At this he started to speed up.

I thought I might want to turn round at this point, and as I did I witnessed roughly 50 cows running towards me.

Some undergarment soiling may have occured at this point.

I set off at a sprint, and got to the far gate which my friend had already gone through and closed. I did something later described as 'essentially running through the gate' and collapsed in a heap on the other side.

It was actually terrifying. The git.

Makes me happy that he has to put his hand in cows asses.
(PenguinOfDeath is Scottish, and most likely angry, Thu 24 Apr 2008, 15:45, 1 reply)

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cows are scary when they all head towards you - and in my experience, all sheep are stupid.
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 24 Apr 2008, 16:00, closed)