I think a good contrast to this is when my dad saved a goose he accidentally snared in his fishing line. If flew straight across mid-cast.

He had to reel it in while it honked and freaked out and and tried to bite him but after that, they were pals.

Brought its goslings to see him on subsequent visits and everything.

Still says ASS.

I can’t speak for everyone but I raised my mom right and kept her away from that trash.

I’m sorry, the fuckin what?