Do you fear belching sheep?

When I was driving XC last September, I contracted the worst ever case of highway hypnosis. Driving through Iowa in late summer's about as interesting as you'd imagine - NOT. Anyway, as I rolled through the millions of acres of stinky, shitty, cowfield I began to get a little loopy. At the height of this I turned to my right and saw - unequivicably - the funniest sight of my life: a gigantic heifer barfing all over the place. Puke was coming out of her mouth, and nostrils, with the force of a firehose. I've been trying to tell this story ever since, but I'm constantly reminded by nay-sayers that cows can't vomit. Which, honestly, I think is total shit insofar as I've seen it. Or an aneyurism.