Spent a lot of time on my uncles’ farms growing up. They had a lot of milk cows. Never saw one of those cows get raped. Or bred in any way. OMG, these people are ignorant!
Your uncle sheltered you on insemination days.
I can picture you now, like the little boy and the dresser in Norman Rockwell painting - the boy having just discovered the Santa suit in the drawer... if you had naughtily snooped in your uncles’ dresser and found the dreaded yard long rubber glove and Dr. Pol’s phone number...