"Mooooughh...sorry, I just...hahh. I can't do this, it's so hard to stay upright. I don't want to crush your nice hay bales so I guess it's the ground for me...and it's actually kind of a relief, letting this big ol' thing rest for a minute. It hurts a bit, the angle it hangs between my legs when I'm standing. I think...I think I'm supposed to be on all fours. My hands aren't hoofy enough to fully support me yet, but we both know it's coming.
I don't want to be a cow...I mean, obviously...I just don't think pretending I can still walk around on my hind legs does us any favors. At some point I have to give in, and admit to myself there's no going back. I'm fucking livestock. Just...don't forget who I used to be..."