“I felt like one of Apollo's sacred cows- slow, dumb, and bright red.”
“Okay," I said. "Just a normal afternoon and two normal people."She nodded. "And so...hypothetically, if these to people likes each other, what would it take to get the stupid guy to kiss the girl, huh?""Oh..." I felt like one of Apollo's sacred cows-slow, dumb, and bright red. "Um...”
“Red cattle," Annabeth said. "The cattle of the sun.""What?" I [Percy] asked."They're sacred to Apollo.""Holy cows?”
“Be the slaughterhouse for sacred cows.”
“Irreverence is our only sacred cow.”
“Sacred cows make the best hamburgers.”