The Only Good Kind of Patty is NOT a Cow Patty

The day before yesterday when I was taking care of the chickens, I decided to go out and say hello to the cows cause they looked so sweet. Susan was the only one that was laying down so I sat down beside her and started petting her neck. when after a while it starts to feel kinda wet, like it does when you sit on the ground after a little rain, so I didnt think anything of it. But, when I finally got up I realized I had sat in a cow patty... That was disgusting. Naturally I just scrape it off with my glove and go on with my life. But, I will inform you, when my mom saw my bottom I was not allowed in the house untill I had changed. And that is why the only good kind of patty is not a cow patty. :)