Sven and Ula are taking a break from their work at the McDonnell-Reynolds Wood Products Ltd H.C.T.P.F. (Hand-Carved Tooth Pick Factory) watching the farmyard animals doing their barnyard things when, after some profound contemplation Ula, a proud French-Press owner-operator, says, "Sven, I'm t'inkin' ... I'm t'inkin', ve could make ground coffee ... usin' barn cat poop.
"I vas readin' an article about Kaya Kopi Luwak coffee from Indonesia. Da beans dey grind are in da poop of Asian palm civet cats, according to their website. Vat we 'ave are Palm barn cats, from the United States. Dey 'ave got to be even better, 'specially being from Minnesoter an' all."
"Hmmm," answers Sven. "I see vat yer're sayin'. Ye might 'ave somet'in' dere ... for it does inspire some serious consideration. Funny, I never saw it before now, meself."
The two stood leanin' on the corral fence continued to ponder futuristic food products (as one would be prone to do in such environs) Flies buzzed them. The cattle made little swirls of dust as they milled about the paddock to encircle the lead cow, and provide her the ultimate of fly control as was her reward for leadership: a bull among them was afforded no such respect.
"You know, Ula, speaking of caloric intake," Sven said motioning toward the bull busily swinging its tail against the hordes of flies and chewing his cud; its head and shoulders low against the legs of the herd.
"Look at da sack on dis vun, eh. I'm t'inkin' ve could cut off 'is jewels, slice dem t'in, roll dem in a beer batter, fry dem up in a skillet, an' eat dem. Vat do you t'ink? Maybe chase dem vit a Guinness Extra Stout -- or two."
"Uh, say vat Sven?" Ula replied folding up his little pocket sketch pad on which he had drawn barn cat poop and written,
"A New Taste Treat! Try Barn Cat Poop Coffee!"
"I vasn't listenin' too close, sorry Sven. Can ve get outa dese flies?
I need to wash that one down with an eggnog
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