Let’s say a busload of Brazillian soccer players came by your place one fine fall afternoon unexpected and took you on a three-day road trip.
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Let’s say a busload of Brazillian soccer players came by your place one fine fall afternoon unexpected and took you on a three-day road trip. You didn’t have time to pack your toothpaste or your own saddle! They made you play two games a day and pinochle every night! By the time they dropped you off down by the mailbox you wouldn’t have enough energy to crawl to the house!
You would be suffering from that deadly menace, the Darth Vader of Disease: STRESS!
Now put yourself in the place of the 500 pound suckin’ calf this fall. You spend all summer with your mamma drinkin’ cool spring water, eatin’ good green grass and mother’s milk. You got up when you wanted, slept when you felt like it and ate when you were hungry. Suddenly, over the rim come five mounted riders! The boss, his wife, the neighbor, the banker, the brother-in-law and eighteen dogs! Elbows flyin’, hats wavin’ and chaps flappin’. Scary? You bet your bippy! You take off to find mamma with the dogs nippin’ at yer heels. Mamma’s way down the trail. You catch up and travel five miles in her dust, chokin’ and coughin’. That night you spend in a trap with 240 other cows and calves. Next mornin’ here comes Custer’s Army again! Back on the trail, still scared, hungry and tired. All day you walk behind the bunch, walkin’ eye level with the dust. That night you’re put in a big corral. Mamma’s uneasy. You don’t get much to drink.