I mean a chasing cherry-picker cow! Oh no...it's a....cherry-picker chasing cow. And now I've thought about the word chase too much, and I'm beginning to wonder if it's really a word. And if it means what I think it does. I think it does. Anways, I was picking cherries the other day, and the LeBaron's cow got out. My dad wanted me to help chase it back into the LeBaron's yard, and so I stood behind it so that it wouldn't go the wrong way. All of the sudden, it turned and started chasing me! Well, it would have chased me if I would have turned around and run--which I desperately wanted to do, and was about to--but my dad told me to stand where I was. So I did. And I screamed. Fortunately the cow stopped right before it bowled me over. The time before THAT when I was picking cherries I had to step over the LeBaron's electric fence, which my dad told me was turned off. It wasn't. I held onto a pole for support and pushed the wire down with my finger, so that I could more easily get over it and ZAP!!! I was electrocuted. It hurt. But I didn't cry. I'm a tough girl =) I vote no more cherry picking for Kimber.
PS--I love my dad, and I don't think he is intentionally trying to bring me harm.
PPS--The LeBaron's might be =)