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Perhaps the great animal had been here before. Perhaps not. The bull’s sight was not one of the best, and it seldom remembered the areas it wandered through. What mattered in life was to find that lovely green grass and to chew and regurgitate it over and over again until it was time to move on and do something else. Perhaps like lying down in the shadow, or perhaps to walk somewhere else with green grass. Life was very simple, and the large cow preferred it like that. It was not at all aware of the fact that it was walking very close to the place where it had met lots of barking wolf things and seen a purple box that was not a tree after all. That incident was mostly forgotten, although it did remember that those small woofers could be really noisy. Perhaps it was a sort of defence mechanism. It had surely startled the furry bull, but it considered itself quite brave for having stood on its ground and mooed back.
They had been so small and noisy anyway. Not big dangerous wolves like some of the dog things could be. No, there were not a lot a lot a lot a lot of those wolf things. The critter was too stupid to realize that it had merely been insanely lucky for not walking into a pack of hunting canines or some other predator. A brainless game walking about in slow motion would always be a delicious, free meal. The giant highland bull slowly kneeled down to place itself under a tree. The wet things hitting it from the sky did not stop, and it felt something vaguely similar to irritation. When both pairs of limbs were neatly placed under its massive body, the animal stared dully out at nothing, wondering why water suddenly came from above, basically the same thing it always wondered every time it rained.
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So things hadn’t gone according to plan. He wasn’t Noir’s only favorite, as it turned out. Not only did he have to compete with an octopus plushie, one that had a grand total eight arms to hug its master with, but now there was another living creature in her life. It was quite dumb and it walked like a penguin, but for some reason, it had won Noir’s heart. How it had managed to do so, he wasn’t so sure. He too, wished to be small and wobbly. A beak would also be nice, just so he could make those stupid quacking sounds she loved so much. Is this what he’d been reduced to? Sulking outside, all alone amidst the rain?
As it turned out, he wasn’t really alone. A little ways from where he stood, sat a heap of poo with bulky legs and unkempt hair. Perhaps it wasn’t nice of him, to think so harshly of a creature he didn’t really know. But it did smell like fecal matter. Honoré frowned at that thought, unimpressed with the discovery he’d just made. Was this why Noir had once referred to him as such? Did he stink, too? Burrying his nose in the piece of cloth around his neck, the alabaster male inhaled deeply. Understandably, it didn’t smell like roses. But it certainly did not stink either!
It was a good thing the Québécois preferred chicken and bacon above all else, because he had no desire to needlessly get into a tussle with something much larger than he was. He wasn’t even hungry. So why was he heading towards the hoofed beast? To sympathize with it, of course! “You know, she would hate you too. Because you ugly too. And really smell of poo.” he explained, giving the highland cow a pat on the head. “But is okay, I understand you.”
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[html] http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v515/ ... banner.jpg); background-position: top center; background-repeat: no-repeat;"> Because of the heavy downpour, the approaching creature did not smell immediately of wolf. It was an odd thing, almost like a walking tree because trees were tall and wolves were not. Odd, very odd. Woof woof sounds came out of its mouth, and finally Cow was starting to feel alarmed, because it had a snout and tail and said bark bark and such things. The animal was heavy, and it was an effort to get up on those thing legs when its body was insanely huge compared to those four feet. In addition, the great mammal’s coat was close to half of its actual weight because Cow was completely soaked. An unhappy little grunt escaped the large, brown thing. Before the highland cow had figured out exactly how this new wolf problem was to be handled, it had stuck out a white and clawed part of itself and patted its head. This confused the critter more than anything else had ever confused it. Was this how it felt like to be attacked by wolf and die? It was,, pleasant. Cow would happily be a meal if this was how death was introduced. The large bull rolled over on its side very suddenly, kicking a bit with its hooves and mooing brainlessly, believing it was dying or something.
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