See, I know it makes sense for me to be afraid of those bloody great cows!
My Irish mother, from generations of farming stock, brought me up to be unafraid of them, but experience has taught me different. And as for those little bullocky bastards who hang around stiles in malignant little groups, waiting for defenceless walkers… I’ve had to take countless detours to avoid them. “Shoot them all!” is what I say!
A swarm of piglets would never have done that to David Blunkett and his wee dog. Piglet is appalled. (The cat just laughed.)