"Cattle?" she asked, her brow crumpling.
"Um, yes," he admitted.
"That's not much of a wedding gift."
A meek smile crossed his thin lips.
"Well..."
Then she felt guilty and forced an awkward smile upon her rosy lips, her eyes shining with a false happiness.
"It's great!" she smiled, rubbing his back and throwing her arm around his shoulders.
"They're...great!"
He smiled at her, planting a kiss onto her lips.

She sat in bed, twiddling her thin, pale thumbs. Her brain twirled around.
She loved him, she really did, but cattle? It wasn't much of a wedding gift, in fact--he knew she wasn't a farm-girl. As a child, she had been there, she didn't want to go back to the dastardly days of plucking her nose, hovering above manure. But the main reason she didn't

want to go back to those days, the days with the fields shining bright and the trees rustling in the wind, was because of her father. He had died from a cattle-stampede, as strange and freakish as it seemed. Tears gathered in her perfect eyes as she thought of him and his odd self, speaking languages nobody else understood to himself, walking along, his large belly bursting. Before he had been stampeded, he was going to the asylum, a place that mommy described as "a home for people like your daddy...umm...different." Then, the girl twiddling her thumbs, had the fleeting thought she had almost every day, that he had stepped in front of those cows on-purpose. She pushed it out of her rushing mind, tears falling, depressed, leaking into the sheets. "Cry," she told herself. "It's ok." So she cried, her eyes peering out the clear window, her gaze landing angrily on the cows.
"I hate you," she muttered. Realizing how childish her words were, she--despite herself--giggled. Her giggles turned into full-fledged laughter, cracking up on the sheets. In a hysterical daze, she rushed out to the cattle, her feet becoming damp from the dew on the grass screaming with utter craziness.
"I'm turning out like him," she thought insanely, petting the cow. She didn't mind, a hysterical grin tugging at her lips.
"WELL TOO BAD!" she cried up into the sky, her laughter booming. She was a farm-girl. Nothing could change that. She looked down fondly at the cattle, seeing them with a different light. Maybe her father had liked the cattle.