Suddenly Cow realized that the woof woof thing had not gone away, and that it was trying to eat it. This was not a very good thing. Cow was a very stupid thing, but there were still intact instincts within, and those screamed at the animal’s drowsy brain now. With a loud and powerful moo, the animal blindly kicked with its hind legs, attempting to scare the predator away with powerful hooves that could smash a skill in if they hit properly. Cow was a big cuddly toy as long as it was not being frightened or threatened. In the bull’s mind, both of these things had now happened. Without looking around to see if it hit anything, the large animal fled clumsily and nosily, leaving a very clear trail of stomped down plants and a flat frog behind. The wolves were all bad no matter the size, it seemed.
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