poo it was stinky at James's farm. First Gemma got out the calf feeder. Then the 50 calves squeezed in to get their milk. Next we saw the bobby calves that mooed lots. They were in a shed. One of them butted me hard when we were feeding it. The one that butted me was black and white.
Next we walked up a smallish hill and I held Mrs Roberts hand so that I didn't fall in the stinky, yucky mud. Mrs Roberts chose two calves to take to her place.
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