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My History with Animals
- The Massachusetts Review
- Massachusetts Review, Inc.
- Volume 61, Number 1, 2020
- pp. 18-21
- 10.1353/mar.2020.0002
- Article
- Additional Information
Abstract:
My dad, who liked confusing little kids, used to sing: “Of all the creatures who have wings, I prefer the flying pig.” At first, I was suspicious of the song, and later on it annoyed me. When I was about six, he would take me for walks around the outskirts of Moreno, a town that turned into pasture if you strayed eight blocks from the main street and where, behind a wire fence, stood the plumpest cows I had ever seen.
“Say good morning.” “Good morning, cow.”
If one of them mooed, he would say, “See? She’s saying it back.”