Farmer Brown leaned on the gate and scratched his head. How come that light is on again? Albert, his 900-kilogram prize bull, stood in the middle of the pen under the solitary lightbulb and watched him closely.
For the second time that evening, the farmer grabbed a handful of pellets and tossed them into the corner. With Albert engrossed in eating, Farmer Brown slipped into the pen and pulled the chord to switch off the light.
He had just sat down to Christmas pudding as Albert, masticating with quite contentment, ambled to the light switch and signalled for more pellets.
For the second time that evening, the farmer grabbed a handful of pellets and tossed them into the corner. With Albert engrossed in eating, Farmer Brown slipped into the pen and pulled the chord to switch off the light.
He had just sat down to Christmas pudding as Albert, masticating with quite contentment, ambled to the light switch and signalled for more pellets.
