when my second brother was around the age of seven he had an insatiable curiosity and he was absolutely positive that one of us knew the answer to all of his questions and he could never slow down in the asking, working with him as my chore partner was a common thing one morning when we were helping our dad build a new loading chute for the cattle we were taking to dixon to the sale he asked “hey , which is stronger the cow or the bull?” as this was probably close the millionth question asked that day my dad in a weary voice replied “i don’t know son, tie their tails together and see” a blessed quiet ensued only to be shredded by bellows from the bull and a cow and my brother shouting “the cow is, the cow is, she pulled the bulls tail plumb off”
i remember dad completely astonished so angry and trying not to laugh while yelling “what possessed you to do that?” my brother just looked up and said “well i asked which was the strongest and you told me to...
that is how we had one bull with no tail a rather large vet bill and a heavy lesson in understanding that young children often take what we say very literally...
jeannemarie, Now when you weave these fascinating yarns about when you were younger I can't tell if they are indeed true or cooked up in your storyteller's heart. I'm a suburban-raised city boy who only say cows at the County Fair and some of them were wearing colored ribbons and some had numbers written on them in whitewash. My wife and I would love to have you as a neighbor for a lot of sitting-on-the-porch bull sessions. We would have more questions than your little brother in all likelihood. Thank you for the heartwarming and amusing tail...er, I mean tale. take care...dan
oh yes, be careful what you say to and around children as they are quite literal in their understanding of the world around them... this is an awesome story, Jeannemarie...