Cow was in the grass. Or, he was standing on top of the grass. A lot of grass. Cow liked being surrounded by grass. It was all he needed to be content in life, and so this bull in particular was pretty content. But there were some things that had confused him lately. A woofer’s face had regularly visited him after he had been lured into the wrong side of the aligned, branch-free mini trees. But he didn’t mind too much, for there were greens here, and when the white rain had come from the sky a million days ago, he knew that somehow he had found easily available food. Even in the white rain time! ”Moo,” he said, not really remembering the winter, for he wasn’t sure if there was such a thing as white rain, for all he could see was green and his lady cows. But silly mini trees separated them. It would have made him sad if he had cared more, but Cow was too simple to care about many things at once.
But yes, the orange faced woofer on two legs. He had not been here lately. The man had been a reoccurring even in the highland bull’s life, and therefore the dim-witted animal reacted when he was no longer here. But grass was still good, and the large, bulky body of the shaggy giant slowly moved forward—as usual—until it hit the mini-tree line, and then he would turn a few degrees and continue in another direction. Omnomnom, every day was perfect day of tasteful pleasure. But no orange woofer. Where was orange woofer.
A woofer woofed between two mini-trees. Massive, brown ears lifted in response, and the large thing started to pace towards the woofing in a comfortable, cow-like speed. His long tail waved behind his rear, scaring away his harem of silly flies that only served to make his butt itchy. Cow didn’t like that his butt itched. Large, round nostrils sniffed at the orange woofer’s face, though it was the wrong woofer. The right woofer had more, gray and whiteish pelt on top of his head. Cow would know, for once he had inhaled a silky fur thing from the weird head thing into his nostrils, and it had tickled a lot and made him sneeze out a lot of tasty treasures. Four legged woofing thing was predator. He remembered what a predator was, maybe. ”Mooo?”