True Story I was raised on a Dairy Farm in western PA. My father had a chicken and egg route in Pittsburgh every Saturday. Occasionally some of the customers would come out to visit the farm. One thing our guests always found interesting was that each cow would come into the barn each evening and go directly into her own stall to be milked.
On one visit, one of our guests was obviously unimpressed. When I asked if she was surprised by the way that the cows knew how to find their own stanchion. She said, "What's the big deal? How hard can it be when the cow has its name printed right above its stall?"
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