[my two year old brother to the cow skull on our fence]
brother: What happened to the eyes?
me: They went away when it died
brother: Did daddy shoot that it?
Dad: No, daddy didn't shoot that one.
It died in the prairie
brother: It died? It fell down?
Dad: Yeah, it fell down.
brother: (looks at the skull and pets it)
Is it going to be okay?
Dad: Yeah, it'll be okay. There's nothing wrong with being dead.
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