A seldom discussed fact about cows:

They aren’t very good dancers.  I mean, cows are pretty talented in a lot of areas.  Most are outstanding in their fields.    But they’re not really built for the dancing thing.

Well, for every rule, there is an exception.  And that deviation comes in the form of lovely Margot Delmonico.   She started tapping her hooves them minute she could stand.  From the time she was a calf, she begged her mother to buy her a tutu. Her mother would ask little Margot what she wanted with such a thing. And Marg would say….”Mama. I am going to dance like no one is watching. And, I want to love like I’ll never be hurt.”

And she did. Margot practiced day in and day out on her ballet moves. She would stand at the split rail fence in the pasture and do plie’ after plie’. She practiced her jumps and her pirouettes. It got to the point where she could nearly jump over the moon. Yes she became quite good. She went on tour with MiCow Baryshnikov. They fell in love and were married. But that is another story.

The Press loved her. They would yell “Say Cheese, Margot.” And she would yell back, “Cheese takes milk to make…. But don’t even think about touching my udders, unless you want a hoof in the mouth.”  She was quite generous about doing Press Junkets, but she never would go to any Celebrity Roasts.

Yes, Margot danced like no one was watching. A cow with hopes and aspirations. Heart. Not to mention, a great rump.

She was Margot, full of grace. Bovine dancer. Clod hopper. Heifer Extraordinaire. Cow Ballerina.  She was Grade A in her Prime, I’ll tell you.

Then there was her sister… Lacey.  The raucous Lacey left home at a very young age.
She went to New York… to strip.