So apparently when I was about 5 and was visiting my uncles dairy farm in Wisconsin, I drew him a picture to commemorate the trip. Wow. Now either 5 year old me had a fundamental misunderstanding of cow anatomy, or my dear uncle John was raising mutant, serpent like cows with never ending udders. Hey, its real easy to blame the artist here. I'm just saying lets keep an open mind.
I especially like that my uncle took the time to label what was what. I would have never guessed that was a "back of cow".