06-20-2009, 01:18 PM
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Today, like every day, the large animal had woken up. This place was not entirely the same as the other place where it had been the day before. The Highland bull barely noticed how the scenery slowly moved about as it munched its way through the territories, oblivious to the invisible borders it was crossing every now and then. The marked borders did not go entirely unnoticed, but the bull was not aware of what they meant, and therefore paid no special attention. It just made sure not to eat that grass, because sometimes it would taste a bit non-grass like, and then it could not be grass as it knew it, and that was very wrong and could not be eaten. No, no, no.
The cow chewed away happily, eyes looking in their respective directions, giving the large creature a rather mentally challenged look, which only revealed to the world what it was. There was a scent of danger all around, but with no visible danger to run from. The animal could not do much else than continue chewing mechanically, blissfully watching a square looking box like thing in the middle of all the grass. It was not green like grass, and did not look like grass. It had to be a tree. Tree was no danger.