Once a farmkid was just a different kind of animal, if more kindly described as a tribal affiliation about the same as being Old Earth Ojibwa. To say a wild streak was the persistent consequence, to the end a specimen never quite civilized and neither to regret it.
There is to farming practice certain elements more earnest than being a Green Bay Packers fan or, heaven forbid, that even more egregious fan from the far side of the St. Croix River who suffer the most horrid kind of color fixation. To relate here a personal bias, also a rural taint, that it is the Green Bay Packers who are named for a common synonym for the slaughterhouse, that groady business of killing cows, pigs and baby lambs. To include Holstein bull calves done in by a short-handled hammer.
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