As I'm rounding them up, the other cows stare at me from the corral:
They're looking at me like I'm entertainment instead of actually working....here's my version of what they're saying:
"Now Myrtle look at her go, she's on that machine."
"I know, this ought to be good. Do you think she'll get Clarice's boy in?"
"Oh that Dennis, he's such a wayward little man, always looking for greener grass somewhere."
"I know ya'll aren't talkin bout my boy Dennis are you? He is such a fine man...look at him run, he's just a young stallion. You two hussies better quiet it down over there."
"Now Clarice, you know we weren't talking bad about Dennis. We just love to watch that crazy woman try and catch him."
"Oh here she goes again, I'll bet you 2 cubes that she gets him in."
"I'll take that bet Myrtle, my boy is stubborn and hard-headed just like his Daddy, 3 cubes says she doesn't get him in, machine or no."
Well I didn't get Dennis in...and the 4-wheeler ran out of gas. Oops!
And here's Dennis, still searching for greener pasture...sigh.