So looking at this title, you may be thinking I'm going to speak on how bad it is to kill a cow. Or a cow's feelings when they see their friends and families being slaughtered. I felt like if I did do that, it would be a little hypocritical. Mainly because I am a person who likes to eat meat. So I decided to talk of something more important. The topic that is more important than an animal's feelings is me as the "Cow." I am considered as a literal cow because I am the mascot for Chic-fil-A. Yes this is completely true. My Saturdays consist of walking around in a furry cow costume for five hours. Then during those five hours I sweat, then sweat, and then sweat even more. And then repeat the next week. It's cool the first few times, it really is. The first time I saw the costume, in my head I was saying "Wow! This is so awesome, I am basically a superhero and this is my suit," and then I put it on. I'm a pretty short person, so the suit was prett...
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