Farm Animals Bony hips, too fucking old, didn't produce more milk. The lorry from the knacker's yard came, Morning Star didn't want to leave the safety of her stall, mooed tried to head butt the gore stained intruders, but up the plank she had to walk, tied up head low, eyes pools of bewilderment. ' Can't we keep her as a pet? I'll look after her" "Sorry, boy the farmer said and patted my head, I'm running a business and not a rest home for old creatures " In the warm stable her roommates kept on chewing cud, but I thought they looked mournful.Birth sign: Scorpio
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