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Big critters don't have to be all that feral. I had a nutzoid horse run over me, one time. In the course of things he bit my shoulder. Upper jaw on top of my shoulder; I still have a little scar about halfway down my right bicep.
Back when I was a little kid, we still had screw-worms in Texas. I'd help my grandfather doctor calves' "belly button" where the flies would lay eggs in the real young critter. Old mama cows just didn't understand we were trying to do Good Deeds. My job, age seven and on up, was to keep the mama cow off my grandfather. That's when I learned how to use a bullwhip.
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