Moar of Stacey's book:
<"as she leant down, her muzzle snorting and kicking up dust amid a shower of drool and saliva,
<contorting into a presenting posture, parting her sweaty matted bison-hair,
<revealing the enticing over-engorged vulva glistening in the hot August midday sun.
<If the bull could only make his way past the remnant fly-base caked faeces & putrid stomach-churning stench . . .
<Losing interest, he stopped to take a piss and a gigantic dump."