Farm animals, we love you. But we also need you to respect our personal space.
Look, there’s plenty of room in this pasture for both of us. Back it up a skootch, would you?
We’re psyched to hear there’s some great mud today and you’re friends with a talking spider, but just give us a little room, okay?
Ew, sheep, ew.
Ha. Haha. Okay. Okay. Okay. Not that funny any more. You’re still laughing. Okay.
You’ve got some some schmutz, right above your — actually, it’s all around your lips — you know what? Never mind. You’re beautiful, don’t change.
No man, we’re eating these fries, you can’t “bum” a few. Be cool.
Sorry cow, didn’t know this was like, “your” section of the field.
Hey man, we were here firs…oh geez, who can stay mad at a face like that?
Nice nose. Be even nicer if it was about five feet away.
Take the intensity down a few notches there, champ.
No, we haven’t seen your pellets and we don’t know who moved them. Please believe us.
At this point we just averting eye contact and hoping it’ll be over soon.
Your ideas for the next Star Wars movie are like, totally interesting, but maybe we could discuss them from a comfortable distance?
We gave all our carrots to that other horse. Those sad eyes aren’t going to change that. Just stop.
Hour three and this pig still hasn’t blinked.
Cow, when we can feel you breathing on us, that probably means you need to take at least one step back.
Oh my God. Oh the tongue is going up into your — wow. Okay now it’s coming for us, oh please God no–.
