Every year my daughter's school raises calves for cattle judging.
Last year they had a difficult one called Mufasa. None of the boys could lead him as he would charge. My daughter went forward and grabbed the rope leading him around. She cleaned him and fed him every week until the morning of the show. We were up early. I braided her hair, polished her boots and drove her to the cattle yards. A busy morning with people showing up all getting ready.
There she washed and brushed Mufasa and even blew his nose. Led him around the arena. They didn't win but he was sold. We come home a little quiet and sad. She drew his picture and we put it on the fridge, underneath it read, Mufasa - now a grand steak.
