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him. “Well, you lock him in the barn and I’ll get a bottle of milk ready.” I put him in the newborn calf pen. It was the one place I thought he couldn’t get out of. There were no newborn calves right then, so he had it all to himself. I had a hard time getting the twine off. When I finally did, he turned and gave me a quick kick in the shin as he darted off. When I stepped into the house, Mom covered her nose. “You are not going around smelling like that. You change your clothes; the milk is nearly warm.”