McDonald, a man so evil, he was born with no first name, came into this world in 1927. He lived a pretty ordinary early existence in the slums of Glasgow, until he reached the macabre age of eleven and was sent to spend the summer in France on his uncle's farm. And on this farm there was a horse. There was also a goat and some chickens and a couple of hundred cows, but all this is beside the point. McDonald had a great time on the farm, climbing trees, riding the animals and dragging a plough across the fields all day. Then, war was declared. German soldiers goose-stepped into France and sent down bombs raining like cats and dogs on uncle McDonald's sitting duck of a cow farm. The livestock exploded into little pieces, getting everywhere: here a hoof, there a tail, everywhere a cow part.