I'm standing with my mom by the cow-fence, out past the kitchen at my parents' house. We're looking at these weird deformed cows my dad has. They seem to have almost human faces, looking at us, and one seems aggressive. Another has only two legs, and walks semi-upright.

Dad is standing around in the field, and he starts telling us how funny they are; he especially likes that one because of some weird quirky thing that it does.