My older brother was the one who milked the cow. We younger siblings would stand outside the gate of the milking shed watching him milk Daisy. Many times over the years he would use her teat like a squirt gun with deadly accuracy. Warm raw milk in the face isn't pleasant, but we always chanced it and came out on the short end.
When I stayed over at my friend’s house and the cats would gather when she milk the cow because she would shoot it at them and they would lick it off.
I had to milk goats and I didn’t have time to fool around I’d get her in the barn with a bucket of feed, and I have to empty her out before the feed was gone.
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