My son-in-law, who's not real crazy about livestock, offered to give a shot to a larger baby calf. My back was doing what it does sometimes, and I gladly accepted since he's given shots to calves before.
The calf was in one of those little white hutch/houses with a fairly large pen in front of it. He climbed in and finally grabbed the calf by the back leg and the calf drug him into the hutch. The banging and hollering "ow, ow, ow, stop it, ow" was funny enough, but then the hutch started to move up and down and scoot 2 feet one way, then 2 feet the other way...it was like in a cartoon.
All of a sudden the calf came shooting back out, but Robert didn't. I looked in the hutch and Robert was on sitting on the ground with his head hanging down and his arms propped up on his knees breathing so hard I thought he'd hyperventilate. I said, "Robert, are you ok?" He looked up, grinned, showed me the empty syringe and said, "I got him!" I laughed until my back went south again.
I have a good son-in-law.
Alice