I spent $6,500 on a registered Black Angus bull, expecting him to boost productivity. Instead, he just grazed and lounged like a cow-shaped lawn ornament.

Worried I’d made a costly mistake, I called the vet. After checking him over, the vet said he was healthy but maybe a bit… unmotivated. He handed me a bottle of pills and said, “One a day—let’s see what happens.”

Two days later, my bull was a new animal—full of energy and very busy with every cow in sight. He even broke through the fence to visit the neighbor’s herd.

I still don’t know what was in those peppermint-scented pills, but now I’ve got a pasture full of pregnant cows, a very smug bull, and one grumpy neighbor.