Dear RM Agents and Readers,

I Grew up on a dairy farm for sometime with my cousin who has since passed, (my protector). It was an family run Italian business, just so you get who would yell at us when we would chase the cows like we were told not to. It was like the godfather screaming at you that the cows don't give milk well if upset, imagine that one:)

Yet where my protector went I followed and about once a week we would chase the cows. First, you have to keep in mind that we were about 4 & 5 years old so we weren't very big. One day we went to chase the cows (whole time I'm trying to talk my protector out of it but I always followed him); the cows decided they had had quite enough out of these little bothersome creatures and turned on us they did. The cows won, we never did it again:)

Many Blessings,
CrystalRiver