|"I told you to get out of here!!"|
This is her chosen child, #39B, the little girl.
Tough times call for touch choices, such as sneaking up from behind to get a snack.
That position carries it's own problems, you could get your head pooped on.
Or you lie in a pile of corn stalks and "M-A-A-A" very pitiful when I come in the pen to see how things are going. Then a warm bottle of milk appears magically and fills your belly.
And all is right in the world again.....until tomorrow.