Moo

Life was good. The grass was thick, lush and green, and tasted oh so sweet. He spent most of his days by himself in a big open field, at night there was a cozy spot set up by the squishy two-legger, which would block the wind and rain. Sometimes he wanted to leave the field, as there were girl cows nearby, he could usually smell them. But the two-legger put up big sturdy lines around his field, with pointy bits on the lines to discourage Inkomo from leaving. Sometimes if he was feeling bold enough he could hop up on the lines a bit, and struggle over top of them. He'd then visit the girl cows for awhile until the two-legger came out with other two-leggers and using long sharp things, force him back into his field. Sometimes the two-legger would bring some of the girl cows to his field though, and leave them with him for some time. These were the best of times, tasty grass and girl cows for Inkomo. One day the two-legger came to his field, with more two-leggers, ones he'd never seen. He began mooing nervously, not knowing what this was about. A two-legger who had floppy blankets covering him, began shouting and waving his arms loudly at Inkomo. Inkomo backed away nervously, mooing in anger and fear, but shortly after began to feel tired. Not knowing what was happening, he tried to run to the other side of his field, but only made it a few steps before he tripped and the world went black.