Beefmoon at the Beach [Pic included] Today was a gorgeous day, so Mr. Ferret and I packed up the dog and the baby and headed to the beach. There's a really nice nature trail that is paved and runs along the lakeshore, and it's pretty well maintained year-round. Plus the fact that it's paved makes it easier to take the baby stroller. We walked for a few kilometers, and then stopped to rest on a bench while my son had some milk and a small snack (which the dog ended up eating most of because baby dumped the container all over the ground.) From the bench I see 3 young children, probably all under the age of 9, running happily along the path, playing with each other and giggling. Then I spied this monstrosity following several meters behind. The photo doesn't really do the beast justice, as I would peg it at a minimum of 300 pounds. The calorie hoarder was walking at a snail's pace beside its handler and shouting at the kids to stop running. The kids are having a great time and ignoring the butter bison. It started to get angry, yelling and swearing at the kids to "slow the fuck down!" as it quickened its pace to a slow trot. Eventually it caught up to the little kid in the green shirt (from the photo), grabbed his arm, and started screaming and yelling at him. "What did I tell you! No running! Why don't you fucking listen to me?" The other two kids had stopped playing by that point and come over to the heifer and the third child. The ham loaf scolded them as well, and the three children were forced to hold the hands of the farm animal and its pigfucker as they all walked on in silence. No more fun, no more playing, because mommy ham can't keep up with a 5-year-old. Thin privilege is being able to run and play with your child. It's also being able to afford him a normal, active childhood because you're not such a lard-ass that you quell any chance he has to be active.