Fiona on the Fence

As soon as I saw the young calf at the fence, I asked myself..."Should I or shouldn't I?"

What is the question? Should I offer my hand for the sandpapertongued calf to lick...or not?

I did, and every time I do that, I can't believe how rough their tongues are.

Could Fiona be a Fred? It's possible, but why let the facts get in the way of a snappy title?