This goes onto the fields for fertilizer. And this is where I thank my lucky stars that it is 14 degrees. Frozen poop smells much less worse than non-frozen poop.
And still others stay home and get fancy.
And when all the manure has been spread, that's when the sh!t really hits the fan. Because Mommy comes back to pick you up. And you haven't had near enough time with the manure. Or the tractor. Or the skid loader. And you're mad. You're really, really mad.
But then Mommy brings you in for hot cocoa and cookies. And you thaw out and realize Mommy isn't so bad after all. She might not compare with cow manure, but she'll do. For now.