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This was written for a contest where you use 100 words with no words repeated.
Big time cow gambling ruins more bovine lives than nearly all hoof-mouth disease cases worldwide. Who can most quickly eat that hay bale? Which odoriferous chip weighs least? Will one udder produce better milk? They bet on everything imaginable. Gurdy never lost...ever. Clearly others envied her. Tournaments always bring out huge crowds where risk-taking winners get gigantic prizes. She was in their finals once again. Stakes were high; literally. Lose and become steaks. Our heroine won yet another wager extravaganza. No real surprise there. High stress conquers those without the stomach for pressure. Fortunately, heifers have four gastronomical pouches.
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