すみませんが、いまはこの記事が日本語で不可能選択です。

One of our neighbors once gave us a free cow that had really bad hips.  Because of her bad hips she spent most of her time lying on the ground, so we named her “Ground Beef.”

We fattened up Ground Beef as much as we could, then eventually sent her to the butcher.  When the butcher sent her back he was nice enough to put her name on half of the packages, but the others he got wrong because he'd stamped them with labels like “ribeye,” “sirloin,” “rump roast,” et cetera.