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The brown cow said to the black cow,
“The poor mule has a big field to plow, while we just stand around all day. Wow, how did we ever get to be so lucky anyhow?” The cat sitting nearby let out a loud “Meow.” Once he saw that he had their attention now, he said, “You cows are rather dumb, I avow. Don’t you know that the humans will allow “us work animals a long life, whereas the sow, the chickens, and you cows will soon endow their table as food. They will eat you, I vow.” At this news, the brown cow wrinkled her brow. “So, we cows, the chickens, the hog and the sow shall all be eaten soon. To the cat’s wisdom I bow. I shan’t fight our fate; to the inevitable I kowtow. But now I wonder, how does chicken taste anyhow?”
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