He grabbed two stools and two metal buckets, handing a stool and bucket to Louis.  “We gotta milk the cows,” he said.  “Now, you jest watch and do what I do.”  He walked over to a row of stalls, each containing a large, smelly creature that Louis recognized as cows.  Passing the first stall which contained a huge, black creature, he walked to the next stall, sat down on the stool near the rear end, and grasped the little knobs sticking out of the pink sack under the cow.  He began squeezing and pulling, and a stream of grayish-white liquid squirted into the bucket that he’d placed under the knobs.

     It looked relatively easy to Louis, so he walked over to the first stall, and sat down near the rear of the big black animal, looking around the legs to see what Cleophus was doing.  He noticed only one knob hanging from the animal’s belly, and the pink sack seemed to be oddly placed.  Oh well, he thought, just gotta grab and squeeze.  Can’t be too hard.  Just as he was about to grasp the knob, Cleophus sprang from his stool, took three steps over and slapped his hand away.

     “Damnation, boy, what the Sam Hell you think you doing?”

     “Uh, I was just gonna milk it like you were doing,” Louis said.

     “I’ll be damned, you one crazy city boy,” Cleophus said.  “You don’t even know a bull from a cow.  You grab that danged bull there and he’s liable to stomp a mud hole in your ass.”

     Louis’s face flamed bright red.  Holy shit!  I almost jerked that sucker off!  “Oh, sorry,” was all he could say.

     “You ain’t as sorry as youda been if Ida let you go ahead and pull that bull’s pud,” Cleophus said.  “Hell, watching you gonna take more time then I got.  Go on back outside, and when I git done you can help me string some bob wire.”