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The reddish brown creature stared at a spot a few yards in front of it. Its eyes were far from great, but the thing was very certain that the green was slightly greener than that crushed under its hooves. Yes. It had to be greener. The large animal moved slowly forward in a steady, well adjusted rhythm that fitted its big, bulky body excellently. No one could know exactly how the kyole had appeared in these lands, not the creature itself either. It just was here, and there was green grass over there. It felt joyful contentment flush through its body as the delicious green finally was within reach. Its head lowered, following the tongue that was reaching out to find the soft grass. Its teeth ripped off a mouth full and a moment later it’s head was back up where it was supposed to be on top of its body, mouth chewing happily up and down and sideways. The taste was juicy and grassy, just how grass should taste like. Its eyes stared emptily forward without any hint of intelligent life. Tail moved automatically to shush away the flies that loved it so. It was a happy bull. It usually was.
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The boy had followed his brother to live with Alexey, and for that he was glad. Not only had he missed his brother, but he'd also realized that staying with his father might not exactly be the best thing for him at the moment. Surely everything would be fine sooner or later, though. He was an optimistic lad, and would refuse to think otherwise - quite clearly the absolute opposite of his brother on that point. No, the world was a shiny place, and nothing could (or ever would) rob him of such a point of view. Thus the child was most of the time in a cheerful mood, and now he was feeling adventurous. He'd ventured into places he'd never been before, and all on his own as well! Gone were the days when simply walking anywhere without an adult was enough to satisfy his need for excitement - no, he had to discover things. And boy if he did today.
........Just walking to the top of a hill in the landscape, the boy suddenly noticed something very large and brown below him, standing there like a stone monument. It was huge, and curiously the boy took some hesitant steps towards it, his tail wagging happily behind it. Hi! The boy moved another step closer to the thing, confident that it could respond in the language which he knew. Oh what a face Conor would make when he told him about this thing! What are you?
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Grass grass grass grass grass eat the grass tastes like grass good grass grass grass grass eat it swallow munch munch the delicious grass good grass more grass munch munch eat the grass. The world was a very simple place. The animal could vaguely recall a time where there was white non-grass on top of grass and grass was in a sick yellow not green colour, but now grass was green and rich in grass taste, and it was very nice and tasted nice and was everywhere the animal looked. It munched happily, thinking cow thoughts and waved its thin tail about randomly to ease the small bug feet from tickling the wrong places. It was not aware of the danger before it talked to him.
A woof like sound sounded and the large kyole turned into a statue with moving ears. Its large nostrils flared, and the creature slowly turned an eye over to gaze upon the wolf that came closer. Wolf wolf wolf, threat was bad and wolf was threat bad was very bad. Big threat, but small body, small threat? The world was now a rather confusing place. A large and almost unnatural long tongue slowly crawled its way upwards and into one of the two holes that made out its nose, finding rich treasures to soothe the situation that slowly made itself apparent in the bull’s minimized brain. Why did danger wolf thing make sounds?
The large animal could only stare at the small thing that was small, tongue the only visibly moving thing, still fishing for more interesting stuff. "Mooo?"
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Emwe moved some steps closer to the strange big brown thing, which was chewing something he didn't know what was, and it stared at him with dull eyes. For a split second Emwe expected it to respond to his question, because it opened its mouth! How exciting! But in fact, all it did was to lick its own nostril. The boy cocked his head over to the other side, fascinated at this action. Was it supposed to mean something? But it was nothing special! Anyone could do that! Opening his mouth widely, the boy made some strange noises as he attempted to lick his own nostril, as if to show the bull (though he didn't know that was what it was), that he was no less talented. The pink tongue which now rolled up towards his nose didn't quite make it, but it was very close! He tried for several moments more before giving up, and stared again at the big brown thing. Allright, so maybe you are better.
........The boy moved closer, and as he did the thing made a sound that he had never heard before. Moo? What did moo mean? He stopped moving again and sat down, now so fascinated by the creature that he very likely would have to tell every living soul he ever met about it, from now on and for the rest of his life! Oh! Perhaps Moo was its name! If it was its name then it explained why Emwe didn't understand the word, because more often than not names were not words - he'd figured that out all by himself, and it made him feel very smart. Hello, Moo! My name is Emwe, and I'm a wolf. What are you? Or perhaps it had cunningly replied to his question, and Moo was not its name, but its race? It was a Moo! Oh it was a little bit confusing, and he hoped it would rectify that now that he had introduced himself.
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Why did it not eat cow? Maybe not wolf only wolf like and wolf scented. Maybe, possibly, perhaps, yes? How could that be though? Only wolf was wolf and could not be anything else. Only one wolf, it could be stomped on if it misbehaved. Not large enough threat to flee from, no, because grass was green and juicy here and the creature wanted to stay her forever until it got bored and looked for that greener grass that made the world work. The animal looked at the little cub while it was trying to make threatening postures with its tongue. An ear shook gently to rid itself of one of the many winged insects that were his constant companions except for white stuff on ground time because they fell down and disappeared then. More woof like sounds came from the canine, and the bull’s tongue quickly withdrew from its nose to find its righteous place inside its mouth. For a moment all movement from the giant highland cow ceased when the predator thing came closer. Then the thing sat down, and cow was amazed.
It did not understand what the wolf was doing. Suddenly it had only two legs and had its bum on the ground. The cow coked its head to the side to better investigate this with one giant rolling eye. It stretched its neck to come closer to the predator without having to move from its pretty grass spot. The small thing woofed again, and the giant creature pulled back its massive head. Did it want Cow’s grass? Although Cow was far too bright to recollect memories of any social life, it had been a bullied little bull not more than one year ago before it had gained its impressive size. Was it being bullied? It did not understand what that was, and so it could be hard to determine if it was or not. Life could be very complicated with dangerous woofers around. This was just one tiny wolf and the bull would not let the dog steal its grass because it was very green and tasty and was supposed to end up in his four stomachs.
The bull lowered its head and got the wolf right in the blind zone when it turned its face towards the woof and warned it with a bellowing “Moooooooo!”
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The boy's head tipped over sideways as he studied the great brown thing, giggling at its tongue and its dumb-looking face. It didn't really... move. Everyone else that he knew moved with their ears and tails and legs and face all the time, but this creature just stood still like a rock. But its tail and tongue moved, just not like he was used to tails and tongues moving. He thought about that while he waited for the Moo to answer his question, only to find himself immensely surprised when it finally moved and looked at him in a weird way. It was pretty scaring, even, and its head was so big! He hadn't noticed exactly how big the head was, until now. It was really really big, and now it made that same moo sound as before, but it was different, too. The boy jerked back, his neck moving as if a spring, and soon he was standing on all four again, his tail still and alert. Why was it scaring him? He had only been nice! It made him a little bit sad, even. His ears moved towards his skull as he was both taken aback and a little bit hurt at the same time, his tail between his legs.
........A distance of another few feet had been gained between them when he sprung back, and now Emwe sat down again, somehow thinking that even if it looked scary it wasn't dangerous. If it was dangerous it probably would have eaten him already, when he had been so close? Slowly the boy gave in to curiosity again, and his tail started moving in a slow wag behind him. O.k., so it didn't like it when he spoke to it. But how would he know anything if he didn't speak to it? It certainly was no fun to just sit here and look at its face, because he had already seen its face. Getting up slowly, he kept his distance as he moved around the animal, not close enough for contact, but close enough to get a good look at it. Perhaps if he didn't say anything so it wasn't annoyed, he could still understand what this thing was?
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The dumb animal stood still and continued to stare at the little wuffer. There was no curiosity anymore, because it had been established now that it was a small miniature wolf that did not seem to want to eat cow, because it only was a barking type of wolf. There were different kinds of canines. Barking canines and eating canines and lately also some strange tree like canines (trees were tall, optime wolves were tall. Well, Cow saw some kind of similarity there at least) Cow was just staring because that was what it usually did. It did not study it, just look at it, head completely empty. When the little thing started to walk around it, Cow kept one eye at it until it reached the dead zone behind its large bum. The giant mammal’s tail whipped warningly in case the thing would wish to bite Cow’s bum. In the short moment the wolf was out of Cow’s eyesight, the large creature immediately realized that there was grass everywhere. It lowered its face and started to eat again, munching its grass happily and retarded, seemingly forgetting about the puppy.
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His cunning plan was working! The cow stopped paying attention to it as he moved around it in a circle, getting up behind it. Excitement flew through the boy's body as he stood still, observing the strange creature who called itself Moo. Its tail did a sort of wagging movement, but it took him only moments to conclude that it was also targeting flies. Well not targeting, perhaps, but at least aiming to make them go away. That's what he did with his own ears sometimes, when the flies sat on his head because he was laying still. Flies tickled and were annoying, and no doubt Moo thought the same. The tail swung from side to side, and sometimes it hung there still, too, and Emwe's eyes followed it in fascination. It was a strange tail, thin and weird, not fluffy like his own. But there was some hair on it on the tip, though the boy failed to see the uses of such a little tassel. His head cocked to the side, the boy remained still, but only for a moment.
Taking some steps closer to the Moo, he tested his ground, but as nothing happened immediately, he could only assume the thing had stopped noticing him altogether. Actually, when looking at it, it seemed to be doting on the grass all around them. Yuck - who would want to eat that stuff! It was.. green and stuff, and probably not tasty. Red things, meat, were tasty. Green was a silly color. His attention was again directed at the swishing tail, the little tuft of hair at its end moving so invitingly. Suddenly, he was overwhelmed by the impulse of grabbing that tail, and lunged himself in its direction, paws open and ready to grab it. His intention was play, but he'd not taken into account that the Moo might not agree.
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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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