In eighth grade I was in love with the neighbor boy. He lived on a diary farm three and half miles down the road from me. One evening after chores I went along with my dad to go and visit. My dad was busy talking to his dad. I was busy looking at him. And he was busy looking at me. Our dad's decided to go for a walk through the barn. We followed along. We were walking down the barn aisle and one of the cows coughed. And guess what came flying out and landing all over me!! I felt sick. I was covered in HOT, STINKY, GREEN cow poop!! My heart ached as the neighbor boy laughed his head off. My dad and his dad were my knights in shinning armor. They took me in the milk house and sprayed me off. Wrapped me in a towel and we headed home.
How about you?
Have you been pooped on by an animal?
Thankfully, my eighth grade sweetheart never told anyone at school what happened.