Babycow is momo!
A thought just struck the young, furry calf-thing: what if it was another calf that it had not met before? Instincts screamed at the young Cow that this was not so; this was something very dangerous that it should run from. Unfortunately for Cow, it never really developed a proper functional brain. Cow was stupid. Cow was very stupid. Cow was a retard. This simple fact caused the highland critter to moo in delight when it ran through the fluffy animal. The calf stopped slowly and spent five entire seconds pondering why it had not felt particularly fluffy when it had run through its fellow furry friend rock. Yes, that was it! The colour of the fur thing reminded the calf of a rock. Furry rock, man that was cool. The stupid thing turned and discovered that the living rock had changed localization. It mooed in disappointment, drawing the conclusion that it had not run through the weird stone after all. Tongue leaped out of its mouth and started rummaging its own nose in search for comfort.