Hubby and I took a steer to a guy down the road for slaughter and processing. He told us to come back in a couple days and pick up our freezer ready meat.
When we arrived, the guy tried to pass off some old meat he’d had in his own freezer for awhile, and hubby refused it.
The guy asked why we thought he’d cheat us.
It was because as soon as we drove up, our steer ran to our truck and stuck his head in the window. He was glad to see us. Moo!
We took Henry the steer back home. He’s still with us.