This morning I overheard the following conversation between a small boy and his mother at Riverdale Farm: Boy, coming up to the cow pen: And does this animal talk?
Mum, exhaustedly: No, this one doesn't talk.
Boy, incredulous: It doesn't? This one doesn't talk either? What kind of a farm is this?
Mum, resigned: It's not that kind of farm.
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Ha! But it's probably a good thing; can you imagine what kinds of things cows would want to talk about?
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