Racing must be wary of teenage girls who want to release cows into the wild

My daughter came home from school a little while ago and walked into the house with a roll of the eyes that reflected rather more than the usual teenage contempt for her parents. Actually, I was off the hook this time; she'd had a troubling conversation with a fellow pupil, she said, and wanted to discuss it.

I was relieved, even more so when it turned out not to be about boys (her mother's department), or drugs (I wouldn't know where to get hold of them these days) or women's stuff (her mother's department), but about cows. More specifically what a raw deal cows get in a modern, post-Orwellian society in which they seem to be marginalised and generally put upon.

As far as I could glean, the opinionated girl had said we treat cows like really badly. We like keep them in fields and don't let them go anywhere, and like eat them and everything, when what we should be doing is letting them go like free, back into the wild where they'll be like happy.