"My cows are not happy. I bought them a TV, I brush them and talk to them, but they're mean to me. My cows are not happy. I sing them a song, and tell them a story, but even this seems wrong. One day, I was sick. I told the gardener to let them roam free. And then I remembered the gardener was ME. I leapt out of bed with new strength to spare, and let those cows free. Now I dance with those cows every chance I get, and when it rains, we rarely get wet."
— Unknown author