So steers are boy cows?"
"That's right."
"What makes you decide who gets to have a really good life and who gets to be a burger?"
"Various factors. I've been working on genetically improving the herd."
"So a new bull with favorable characteristics would get to stay a bull."
He nodded.
"Sounds interesting," she said, because it really was. Who knew that ranchers worried about genetics?
"You're probably not going for things like eye color," she said without thinking.
Zane didn't even roll eyes. "Not really."
"I didn't think so."
"I work with several universities. We have breeding experiments. I also sell to other ranchers."
"Your bulls?"
There was that seat squirm again. "No."
Not bulls? "Cows?"
"Sperm."
Phoebe blinked. "From the bulls?"
He nodded.
"You sell bull sperm?"
He nodded again.
Wow. There really were infinite ways to make a living. So how exactly did one get the sperm from the bull? She shook her head. Not something she wanted to know, she decided. Although she was intrigued by the question of what sort of marketing campaign would be most effective. Still, some subjects were better left unexplored, and this was definitely one of them.
She tried to think of something else to say. Anything, really. But how did one top bull sperm as a conversational gambit?
Maybe it was better if one didn't try.
"That's right."
"What makes you decide who gets to have a really good life and who gets to be a burger?"
"Various factors. I've been working on genetically improving the herd."
"So a new bull with favorable characteristics would get to stay a bull."
He nodded.
"Sounds interesting," she said, because it really was. Who knew that ranchers worried about genetics?
"You're probably not going for things like eye color," she said without thinking.
Zane didn't even roll eyes. "Not really."
"I didn't think so."
"I work with several universities. We have breeding experiments. I also sell to other ranchers."
"Your bulls?"
There was that seat squirm again. "No."
Not bulls? "Cows?"
"Sperm."
Phoebe blinked. "From the bulls?"
He nodded.
"You sell bull sperm?"
He nodded again.
Wow. There really were infinite ways to make a living. So how exactly did one get the sperm from the bull? She shook her head. Not something she wanted to know, she decided. Although she was intrigued by the question of what sort of marketing campaign would be most effective. Still, some subjects were better left unexplored, and this was definitely one of them.
She tried to think of something else to say. Anything, really. But how did one top bull sperm as a conversational gambit?
Maybe it was better if one didn't try.
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