Between breathtaking South Dakota and bustling Chicago, we made a stop to sleepy Iowa. Since most of the corn fields were harvested, we couldn’t witness endless fields of swaying wispy, golden corn stalks, but I at least had the opportunity to cuddle with barn animals at Chris’ twin brother’s farm. Monty, the gentle horse. Despite their size, I learned that horses are kinda like dogs. Pinwheel, the apathetic cow. She, like all other cows, ate and shat perpetually. Petunia, the fun-loving pig. She had another pig companion, but it got away and was hit by a car, so it was roasted and devoured. Bacon…
