"So, Mister Bull, why is your tongue in your nose?"
"I can't breath! There is a fly in there!"
"Well, maybe if you took your tongue out the fly could come out, and you could breath."
"That's bull."
"To be honest, your tongue is blocking air flow more than a fly would. Give it a try."
"Moo you, human! Ohh...you were right. Shush..."
(Yes, I'm in a silly mood. This bull is at my Uncle's house. The entire herd came over to see Alison. I think they liked her hat, and the fact they aren't used to seeing small blonde, hyper girls. She was so not afraid of all the cows, especially the huge bull that kept following her up and down the fence. It took me a few shots to finally catch his tongue in his nose. This has minimal cropping. I loved it in b&w best, though I'm starting to get very addicted to b&w again.)
