I recently spent $6,500 on this registered Black Angus bull.

Recently invested $6,500 in a registered Black Angus bull. Despite placing him among the herd, he showed no interest in mating with the cows, merely grazing on grass.

Concerned about the value of my investment, I called the vet for an assessment. The vet found the bull to be in good health but suggested he might be a bit too young. As a remedy, the vet provided pills to be administered daily.

Remarkably, within two days of starting the medication, the bull began servicing all the cows in my herd, and even ventured to breed with the neighboring herd after breaking through the fence.

His sudden virility was astonishing! Though I’m uncertain of the pills’ contents, they had a hint of peppermint flavor.

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