I recall watching a commercial about cows; the name of the company or the product I don’t remember exactly. But in the commercial, Sally the Cow decides to travel to California, where cows are apparently happier. Watching that commercial, the cows seemed peaceful and inviting. They sold the product and made you think “consume me.”
Accepting an invitation to make queso, I stood a foot away from a cow. Sally the Cow seemed anything but inviting. Her sheer size threatened me to approach. Her intense stare had knowing eyes. Her tongue stood ready to accuse me of consuming her family.
I feared this cow: her body itself was 5’6 and she probably weighed 3 times my weight. You’re probably laughing at me; I even thought my fear of this cow was pointless and tried to imagine it sliced in many parts. But that thought occurred simultaneously with her intense look. In sum, tenia miedo and I could not bring myself to milk her.
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