I went for the mooing approach hoping they'd mistake me for an old bull with an invalid carriage – and Guybe, yes. As soon as I was passed I really got the hammer down to the next gate. Didn't look back either. Had visions of those films where the hero is just inches in front of the monster – just keeping ahead whilst the claws (or horns) brush past his (camel) back.
They weren't normal cows – I'm sure one of them was frothin' at the mouth and several seemed to be holding a conversation.
Not sure even Mick Dundee would've sent those steaks to sleep
They weren't normal cows – I'm sure one of them was frothin' at the mouth and several seemed to be holding a conversation.
Not sure even Mick Dundee would've sent those steaks to sleep