"Our daughter’s name was Christine, but we called her ‘Tootsie’.  She was two years old at the time and her big brother, Mark, was three and a half.  One summer afternoon Mark came running, screaming, to tell us that Tootsie was stuck.  He pulled us to the far back yard where we found she was, indeed, ‘stuck’.  She had placed her head through the square-wire fence of the pasture and the ‘friendly’ cow was licking her face.  Tootsie’s screams could have reached downtown, and she had good reason.  Have you ever felt the coarseness of a cow’s tongue?"

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