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Hairy Coo
Notice the naive fearlessness here. If I was as small as Scott and a rather large beast with big horns came near me, then I'd have the good sense to leave the thing alone. Not Scott though. He wants his hands on the beast's horn. Firtunately, the hairy coo is a timid wee beasty. And if you think mum looks a bit drunk here, it's because she's probably is. She's probably been slipping into the Ben Nevis whiskey distillery, which is just over her left shoulder, for a sly dram.
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