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The author is trying to justify marrying and repeatedly nailing a fat chick.

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heheheh

I definitely wonder why an author chose to want to get the reader so into being a cow, especially so sensuously.

Here's my dog version.

Dawn is breaking. Sniffing the wind on a hot summer's day. The first birds sing, and Timmy strolls outside, whistling.

Slowly you rise from the sodden grass, your thick coat wet with saliva. Big and heavy, you amble to the gate and jump over it, full testicles swinging between your legs.

Food drops in front of you, and you bend to eat. Gently Timmy scratches behind your ears and pats you on the rump, and you get a doggy boner that drips a little. Goop comes out -- rich, warm, milky.

You eat some grass and throw up, making awful hacking sounds. You lick your balls over and over for hours.

The day warms up, and your breath comes hot and heavy from your broad, wet nose. You jump the fence and chase around sniffing butts and threatening cars. You pee on a lot of things.

As the midday sun blazes, you crap on some guy's front lawn.

Later you wait to be let back into the house. Skidding your ass across the cool carpet at last.