Mark, have I got a girl for you. Long legs, a huge breast, quiet, domesticated, and ZERO temper.
She'll be about 3 years old and 35 lbs. in a few weeks, when she'll be slaughtered and dressed before my mother-in-law picks her up to roast her for Thanksgiving.
"We've been over this. We don't shoot first and ask questions later."
"Of course! We never ask questions."