Prissy city girls piss me off.
The only time I can think of where I really felt menaced by an animal was a turkey on a friends farm. I think it was the first time I'd ever really encountered one alive and in the flesh. I got out of the car and it charged me; I suddenly realized that when they are not cooked and still have all their bits attached, they are really big birds. I backed off quickly and almost retreated to my car when I realized what was going on...
The farm dog, a big lab/ golden retriever/ moose, bounded out of the house to greet me, and suddenly started chasing around the bird, then in a remarkable turn of events, started running away from it as well; they were great friends and were playing. I suddenly realized that the turkey wasn't charging me, it was running to me for food/ love. Every human that it had encountered, up to that point, was a food/ head skritchy giver.
I thought it was sweet.
Until I found out that it was a 'yearly pet', meaning one that they raise, care for, and eventually eat.
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