“What is that smell?” Chloe asked Pa as the nasty odor filled the truck.
“That’s cow manure,” Pa explained.
“Cow manure?” I repeated, unsure of what cow manure was but happy I wasn’t responsible for the rancid scent.
“Yes,” Pa confirmed, “cow manure.”
“I don’t want to be crude, Pa,” I said, “but it smelled like somebody used the bathroom – and for a moment I was scared it was me!”