It's all about the cowfolk. One has to think of the cattlekind when planning minotaurs.
Actually this is me saying 'moo'. And a man cow facing the other way.
My face has some peculiar angles from underneath.
This messy minotaur has borrowed Ric Flair's trunks. He is wrestling with a flower.
My thought process seems to involve a whole lotta scribblin' these days.
Self with unsettlingly large infant forehead and crazy person eyes (plus gentle innocent cattle person):
These two cows live two gardens away from our house. They are my neighbours. They know me and Bob. They can see me when I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth. they say 'moo!' at me. The black and white one seems kind of agitated lately. The brown one has a deeper more melifluous moo. But she is a lady not a man cow.
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