Imagine my dismay at being awoken by a rowdy bunch of young cattle. This gang of boys do not have good manners, they are noisy, a little smelly, stare at me very rudely and... well they have the most disgusting toilet habits.
So I thought I'd better go and tell them who's boss in this neighbourhood. Off I strutted to the top of the field to put these bovine boys in their place, no job is too big for this cowgirl.
I made sure my mulificent ears were looking particularly fine and faced them all down, one mule lady against rather a lot of bovine boys - no problemo!
'Til next time muleteers, I'm mooo-ving on up!