Hermit the Sad Hamitic Longhorn

Hermit’s wife was hustled off to the Hebrides Islands, very far. Hermit felt horrible as he saw her being loaded in a cattle car. This was on the other side of Scotland, would he ever see her again? He was being winked at by her randy sister, her identical twin. He was sad, and there is nothing sadder than a Hamitic Longhorn. He did not want this loosey goosey, he wanted the eldest born. Grandma made him a scarf; she put it on him by standing on a ladder. It did not have glittery rhinestones like hers, which made him even sadder.