How do you feed mangoes to a cow, you might ask?
Why, in the same manner that you feed them to yourself, of course!
In much the same manner, except you feed them to yourself first, and when chomping down to the seed, peels a-scatter, juice running down your chin and between your fingers, pesky fibres caught between your teeth, and with another mango certainly on its way, down from the tree where your partner in crime is rustling about-- that is when you relinquish the pre-masticated mango to the ruminent creature ruminating with its reumy eyes at the difference between the fleshes of fruit and hand, which it rasps away with the plane of its rough tongue into its mysterious mouth full of bovine carpentry tools.
Corn outside my window grows quite quickly. And now that I am noticing-- another grass is growing quite quickly. It started out as rather a small grassy pom, with fine blades, and I was pleased to see such a healthy grass in a land that knows no pasture. But it has grown startlingly large, but more so, it has grown wider. I mean the individual blades are magnified in a menancing sort of manner. I hesitate to touch it for fear it will cause me bodily harm. I can only hope the garden that Angel and I planted will grow so astonishingly well.