“If cows could play football,     
who’d win, the Dallas Cowboys, or the  
cows?” he asked as people passed by.   
     Good, right? Most people thought  
the Cowboys would win, but I thought,  
come on, none of those Cowboys weighed 
anywhere near what cows weighed. All   
they had to do was figure out a way to 
carry the ball, and nothing could stop 
them.                                  
     My logic was lost on the Cowboy   
crowd, but we did get lots of signa-   
tures that day, a record for both of us
actually.                              
     More on Pee Wee in a little bit.  
     Even though I was making good     
money doing this, I still had two prob-
lems with the job. Neither of them had 
anything to do with the job itself, or 
my co-workers.                         
*      The zeal in which we all attacked   
the Initiative Process was amazing. I  
liked that part a lot. The group did   
its job well, and we got it done and on
the ballot for that November.          
     My problem wasn’t with the group, 
but the  Initiative itself. It really  
didn’t do much to punish or stop animal
cruelty.                               
     Except, that it at least added    
some serious jail time, but only after 
you’d been caught doing it more than a 
couple times. The thousand-dollar fine 
remained the same.                     
     Even before the Initiative went up
for a vote, I knew this wasn’t gonna be
enough, and that was my second problem 
with the job.                          



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