On the dairy we kept a Holstein bull in a pen by himself to handle the cows that didn't take to artificial insemination. I always took the job of separating the cow when the bull was done. One time I came around the corner and saw the Mexican hired man laying in the middle of the driveway.
"What the hell happened to you"
"De booool"
""Did you try to get the cow out?"
"Si"
"You want to go to the hospital?"
"I tink so"
Luckily only a couple of cracked ribs and a pair of dirty shorts.
