“Look Clara, this is the cow that won the first place ribbon. It’s a pretty great cow, isn’t it?”

She curled up her nose at the reclining cow, “I guess it’s okay… for a cow.”

“What, you don’t like cows?”

She shrugged, “Cows are okay, but I don’t think they are the best thing ever.” She kicked at the dusty barn floor and walked off in the direction of the turkey cages. “I mean, why does a cow win every time? Why not something else?” she was becoming quite passionate now. “You know, all it would take is one normal human entering the competition and they could beat all of those cows, easy.”

I jogged to keep up, and took her hand. “Clara, you are a special little girl.” And then I had an idea. “Hey, you know what? I think I know what I want to enter into the Fair next year! But you would have to promise to eat really well and get lots of exercise.”

She looked up at me and smiled, and there was a special twinkle in her eye.

“Oh, and you would have to try to become a normal human being.”