Why Cows Don’t Kiss

It all happened today in the morning, while coming to work. At one of the traffic junctions Rajiv Gandhi Square the traffic got stuck in a jam, primarily caused by the entire bovine population of Jatland crossing the road. One cow came and stood right next to me. Though, the cow calmly stared at me for a second or two, and then let out a mild, well-mannered burp. (Although I was not wearing anything green today, the sight of me must have reminded it of food in some strange, cow-like way.) But what made me reel back was the smell of the burp that the breeze brought in. It was unlike anything I have ever smelt in my life...smelly, nausea-inducing, and utterly revolting. Spare me the laugh! Your breath would stink too if you ate grass all your life and NEVER brushed your teeth! And then like divine revelation, I got enlightened...and thought to myself, ‘Ah! So that’s why cows don’t kiss!’ Poor things.